From the Las Vegas Review Journal Studio, welcome to season three of Mobdub, the fight for Las Vegas, presented by pro-group management, additional sponsorship provided by the Golden Steer.

I'm John Katzlametus, and I'm back for one final time this season with a quick warning. This podcast contains explicit content such as strong language and depictions of violence, including murder.

Please be advised this podcast might not be suitable for all audiences.

Of all the stories that have been told about Oscar Goodman, and there are legions, few harken back to his childhood in Philadelphia.

Growing up in a tight-knit family with dedicated parents and two devoted younger sisters, formed Oscar's relentless work ethic, a passion for fairness, and fueled the ambitions that led him to becoming a high-profile lawyer and mayor of Las Vegas.

Oscar was born in 1939 to parents Laura and Alan Goodman. His mother was an accomplished painter and bronze sculptor. His father worked for the Philadelphia District Attorney and often brought young Oscar along to the office.

He still remembers the impression that made on him.

Before dinner, I would meet my dad who would take public transportation. He'd take a trolley car and then elevate it to which they had back in those days, back from city hall.

And it was a wonderful thing because wherever I went with my father, everybody would say, hello, counselor. Good morning, counselor. Good day, counselor.

And he wouldn't take his hat off, but he touched the tip of the hat. And that impressed me first of all.

First of all, he wore hats in those days, right? He always wore hats.

He always wore hats. And on Sundays, before we went to Sunday school, he would take me to the police station where he was assigned to the arrangements.

And everybody treated him with such not only respect, but love.

His parents also developed their children's conversational skills and an almost competitive approach to homework.

We'd sit down at the dinner table and we'd tell our parents what the story was during the day and they would share with us what they could.

And it was terrific. And then the after dinner, it was time for our homework and we went up to our respective rooms.

My sisters, I have two sisters went up and we did our homework.

But before we could compose it, where it would be turned into our teachers, we had to go downstairs to a basement, more of a cellar.

That's where the call was stored to heat the house and we had one blackboard there and chalk and erasers.

And we would have to write our assignment on the blackboard.

And he would correct it. And we were not allowed to turn it in until we copied it from the corrections onto our papers.

And then he would review them and then we would be able to take them to school.

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