Holiday shopping season is almost here, and I’ve packed away my credit card. I typically reserved it for a once-a-month splurge, travel and holiday spending. But my one and only credit card is now safely stowed along with its zero balance.
The more you plumb the great disasters that have befallen humanity, the more you see how often they were acts of man rather than acts of God.
Pizza preferences are personal, as personal as boxers or briefs, Pepsi or Coke, MU or KU. In Kansas City we are blessed with an abundance of pizzerias serving all sorts of pies: thin-crust, thick crust, gluten-free or cheese stuffed.
Tina Turner’s second Sprint Center show in eight days was a lot like the first: a two-hour music/dance extravaganza punctuated with fits of reverence and joy.
It’s called “The Ball,” but technically it’s two balls — a big one 9 feet in diameter and a smaller one about 7 feet suspended inside the first.
The heat is on … So will the frightful phrase go away now that some student leaders have joined the University of Kansas athletics department’s war against the vulgar football kickoff chant?
I do love the zombies. Director Ron Megee has revived his wild production of “Night of the Living Dead” for the Coterie, only this time it’s upstairs in the Off Center Theater.
As the novelist John Gardner identified them, there are but two universal plots in literature: either you go on a journey or a stranger comes to town.
Want to see ourselves as others see us? Don’t miss the six-page illustrated “Report From Kansas City” in the October issue of Art in America.
