Just how dead is Rampart Casino, formerly known as — among other things — The Resort at Summerlin, the big-budget folly that finished Swiss Casinos‘ attempt to become a major Vegas player? Well, when Chicago commodities broker-turned-fugitive Arthur Jones wanted to avoid being found, he took a job as a sports book writer at Rampart Casino. Guess he figured it was the last place anybody would look for another human being. On the run from the law (and possibly the Mob, too), Jones faked his own death in 1979 and began a new life in Sin City as “Joseph Sandelli.”
In addition to whatever problems Jones faces with Uncle Sam, he’s now on the hook for a quartet of Nevada felonies. If convicted, the 72-year-old changeling might never see the inside of a casino again. Now that “Sandelli” has posted 20 dimes’ bail, my hunch is authorities won’t see his ass for dust. So if you’re in a tribal casino somewhere, keep an eye peeled for the man to the right — especially if he asks for your Social Security number.
Of course, if Jones/Sandelli really didn’t want to be seen, he should have gotten a job at Crystals.
Calling all artists: Your talents are wanted at Luxor, of all unlikely places. There’s hope for the pyramid yet! This sounds like something Jim Murren would dream up. Whoever’s responsible, three cheers.
Arthur Jones could have also hid from authorities down in the Laughlin/Bullhead City area. He could have blended in well with the older demographic that frequents the casinos down there.