Neon, Red-Light Districts, and the Periodic Table of Death and Mystery

Is this title deliberately provocative? Maybe. After all, sex sells, hubba-hubba. The origin stories for the name “Red Light District” are wrapped in myth and mystery. From a Dodge City saloon, to old West railroad brakemen who hung the red signal lights outside the home of the women they visited during a stop. And what about oysters and dive bars? Well, that’s probably the most salacious story of all—sort of. And all these stories link to the neon signs today that draw us into places that may be a little dangerous and a lot of fun.