It would be easy to look at what has occurred at Foxwoods and think, Here are people who fell into money and didn’t know how to handle it. I'm reminded of all this today reading Michael Sokolove's encyclopedic piece on the casino and the Indian tribe who built it, ushering in the modern era of casino gambling and failing as, perhaps an inevitable result of their success. Not because it is beautiful (it isn't) or because it is huge (it is, and was even then) but because it was so completely alien to the setting, a massive aqua-blue-shopping-mall-hotel-spaceship bedded down like a shiny, scaly animal among the trees. Coming around a corner, headed north on a small road from 95, with, of all things, Hall & Oates "Rich Girl" on the radio, I got my first glimpse of it, something I will never forget.
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