The Dragon Motel wears a faded, hand-painted sign featuring a serpentine creature that has lost much of its color to the desert sun. It occupies a low-slung, cinder-block structure that dates to the mid-twentieth century, built when travelers drove into Las Vegas on two-lane highways looking for affordable roadside lodging. A man named Harry Foon ran the property for decades, keeping the neon buzzing long after the newer, grander resorts reshaped the city’s skyline into something entirely different.
Dragon Motel
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