The casino that time forgot David Hill, The Ringer · June 29, 2020 at 3:33 pm In an exclusive excerpt from his forthcoming book, ‘The Vapors,’ David Hill unearths a tale of the grandest casino in what was once the premier gambling destination in America: Hot Springs, Arkansas Down in the valley beneath the shadow of Sugarloaf Mountain, where the hot vapors rise from the healing waters of the springs, L.V. Rowe was on one hell of a roll at the dice table. He was crowded in between the stickman and the other dice players, who were lined up two and three deep at all five tables, making the wide marble-and-crystal-appointed room feel small. “Five! A no-field five!” yelled the boxman. The gamblers whooped. The dealers placed the checks down on the felt in front of the winning players. Rowe picked his up and placed them in his stack along the rail of the table. The stickman shoved the two dice along the felt and left them right in front of him, and he picked them up and shook them in his fist. He was on some run indeed.