When my family moved to Arizona in 1962, our first "residence" was a 50s motor court in downtown Phoenix. I seem to recall a shamrock motif, but my memory has been warped from a lifetime of Lucky Charms. We lived there for three months. I thought it was great. No snow. In fact, no grass. We played a summertime game of seeing who could walk the slowest across the motel parking lot.
In Tucson, some of the old motels and motor lodges are making a slow comeback after hitting bottom in the 1970s and 80s and--let's face it--pretty much since Nixon was elected president. Most of the historic motels are located on South Oracle, Drachman, and Miracle Mile. Some are doing better than others. The Tucson Inn, with its own iconic neon sign, is recently shuttered and wrapped with chain link fence. But at the Hacienda Motel, things are looking up, and you can still marvel at the only revolving neon sign in town (hint: it's the blue one). In fact, it boasts a neon double whammy, with two signs that bracket the front office. The horses revolve too, but only if you've had one too many at the Venture-N.