Art

I will forever see Art Stewart in Las Vegas, baseball winter meetings, cocktail waitresses rushing by, Sinatra crooning “Let’s Face the Music and Dance” over the loudspeaker (“Donna and I saw him at the Golden Nugget, front row!” he would say), sportswriters randomly moving around the casino like electric football pieces, dice rolling, blackjacks turning, bells ringing, coins jingling, glasses clinking, propositions being made, and a parade of baseball people wandering over to pay their respects to this little guy standing on his little piece of carpet.

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