Outside, a white stucco facade, a small marquee and a large black-and-white painting of the star of Casablanca help drinkers and dancers home in on Bogart's discothèque, set amid glittering car dealerships, fast-food joints and furniture shops full of Oriental rugs and Naugahyde "suites" on Tucson's East Speedway Boulevard. Inside, a hand-printed sign exhorts visitors: PLEASE, PLEASE. NO HATS OR HEADGEAR. NO MOTORCYCLE JACKETS, NO T SHIRTS, NO BARE FEET.
Still, Bogart's is a disco with a difference. Like a growing number of bars and dance halls in Arizona and elsewhere in the Southwest,...
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