Bob Stupak surveys his realm, the $550 million Stratosphere Tower, Hotel and Casino that rises 1,149 ft. above Las Vegas like a gleaming blue syringe in the neon night sky. For a moment, his taste of triumph is soured by a nagging memory. "A few days ago," the 54-year-old entrepreneur says, "I had a nightmare that the tower was cracking and starting to lean. Luckily, I woke up before it fell over. Which I guess means something is going on self-consciously."
Self-conscious? Stupak? Even in Vegas, city of naked, naive ambition, where the gods Whim and Ego bestride the Strip and...
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