Our buddy John L. Smith remembers Jackie Gaughan in his R-J column today:
New visitors to the El Cortez some years ago would have been forgiven for failing to spot the owner of the downtown casino.
He wasn’t a fresh-faced CEO or a consummate corporate type with an MBA. On the contrary. He was the affable old fellow in the loud sport coat who moved through the slot bays picking up cocktail glasses and emptying ashtrays while keeping up a playful patter with customers he addressed by name.