LAS VEGAS — I seemed to have found “Miami Vice” on an obscure cable channel. Multicolored lights glistened off a nighttime South Florida waterway, bridge and cityscape, a pulsating backbeat and jai alai.
Crockett and Tubbs, in those natty linen jackets, certainly would appear next. Some of us in the San Diego State fraternity, during that era, had acquired white ones. The Tri-Dorks.
