Kelly Clarkson may disagree but I love the Art of Play

Recent newspaper stories reported singer Kelly Clarkson having an in-store meltdown.We’re talking in a very small Brooklyn Heights shop.Seems she wanted a not-for-sale item in this little magic shop in the middle of the block that gets jammed with people.

It’s on Atlantic Avenue.Tinier than my closet.

A magic store named Art of Play.It’s wall-to-wall filled with purchaseable trinkets.Lately, junky stories have been printed about this small shop.

I seek no war with talented, respected, well-known singer Kelly Clarkson.It’s just that I personally know this shop.

Been in it more than once.My attorney friend Stuart Slotnick, son of the now-retired great lawyer Barry Slotnick, loves card tricks.

The shop, depending on availability, books these specialists for in-house gigs.Stuart always takes me whenever a cardshark’s booked there.For that so-called theater, you first enter the shop filled with magic tricks.

Some purchaseable.Some not.

The people in charge always polite and friendly.Enter Kelly, who wanted the singing bird that was permanently attached to a wall and that owners say was not for sale.

Seems Molly, the one-of-a-kind singing bird, was definitely not to be singing at Kelly’s place.It is never to be moved.

I have seen that bird.Kelce’s wife doesn’t have such a sound.My white peace flag flutters only because I happen to know that superb little independent shop.

I have recently just schlepped there a second time.I praise it.

I marvel at the industry of its management.With today’s fiscal restraints and wormy little tax-happy mayor, problems with many desperate to earn a living and people moving out of this city, for any tiny brick-and-mortar store to do well is a marvel.Such should be celebrated, patronized — not vilified.

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