Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The sounds of cracking whips and stampeding horses launched us click-clacking up the first hill. That’s when the panic set in.
By Day 2 of your trip to the lake, the veneer of sweat, dead skin, lake water detritus and dried ketchup (blood?) serves as a perfectly functional and ‘natural’ sunscreen.
‘JUG-O-RUM! JUG-O-RUM!’ We pointed a flashlight at the noise. Staring back were dozens of dinner-plate-sized bullfrogs, dating and mating.
Watching baseball for a living is a pretty sweet deal — until you realize you can’t stop. Want to catch a movie tonight? Forget it; you’ll be at the ballpark.
I’ve seen R-rated sex farces, a solo re-enactment of ‘The Seven Samurai,’ a musical about growing up in Kansas, clown shows, and stunt shows consisting of nothing but sword fights.
They use ropes and comfy safety harnesses, and teach climbers safety calls to alert those below of falling objects. (If you hear ‘Headache!’ don’t look up.)
The Star's Hector Casanova took the plunge over Butler, Mo., with Skydive Kansas City.
Spending time on top of the Liberty Memorial might not seem particularly daring. My fear had more to do with getting from Point A (the ground) to Point B (217 feet up).