I think everyone who knew him had an empty feeling and a heavy heart when they received the news that Stanley Stout had passed away. It was at first a shock, and then a surreal notion that someone as energetic and fast-paced as Stanley could succumb to anything, much less that a heart attack would take him abruptly from the life he loved so much. Then came the realization that we would never again see him in the best seat in the house, and that his familiar auction chant would be forever silent. I had the privilege of knowing Stanley as a rookie at the AC A. I had only been on board a few weeks when Stanley's big Cadillac came barreling into the ACA headquarters late one summer afternoon. My office window faced the parking lot and the first thing Isaw was this short, round, ball of fire come rolling out topped with a cowboy hat. Our mutual friend, Terry Atchison, introduced us and although he had tried, he had not nearly prepared me for the person I was about to meet...
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