On his last night in Las Vegas, a physically frail and mentally fractured Howard Hughes was carried down eight flights of stairs at the Desert Inn before slipping away like a ghost on a jet ambulance.
It was 1970. Hughes’ hidden Las Vegas years were over.
The man the addled Hughes trusted to do the heavy lifting was perhaps his closest and most unlikely confidant, Gordon Margulis. Known as Gordie to his many friends, Margulis died Wednesday in a local hospice after fighting cancer of the esophagus. He was 77.
Read more in my Friday column in the Review-Journal.