“I’m not going to become a caricature of myself in the next life.” Or so says Oscar Goodman, he of the showgirls on each arm/gin on a desert island/lopping off the odd thumb persona. To that, we say, give us a break! The man is blowing a golden opportunity by pursuing some stuffy job with the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority. He’s got the face, the personality and the chutzpah that has, up to now, helped sell Las Vegas to visitors and employers alike. Oscar, consider this our sound career advice: Go into show business. Not the movies and TV you’ve been doing—we mean the Strip. Guest star in a different show every week. Sip martinis while eschewing water in O; be the live dummy for Terry Fator; do interpretive dance while Garth Brooks sings; let David Copperfield cut off your thumbs. And during the days you’re not working, think of the possibilities for more Strip promotion—Who’s your cab driver? The Mayor! Who’s that driving the Deuce bus? Hizzoner! Want an Oscar Goodman impersonator at your wedding? Surprise! C’mon, Oscar. Put on your thinking cap and make this happen. You don’t want to fade from view, and, honestly, we don’t want you to, either.
Wed, May 4, 2011 (5:56 p.m.)