Dumping daylight saving time: It’s the breakup I fantasize about. The time change is one of those annoying mandates that doesn’t make sense. We spring forward. We fall back. We keep adjusting our clocks on our wrists, walls, ovens and microwaves. And probably miss one or two.
Port Fonda is more than a restaurant. It’s a place to introduce newcomers to Kansas City. Whether we’re talking about the KC hats by Baldwin Denim worn by the staff, local food or the mishmash crowd, it’s a mirror of some of our city’s finer qualities.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. Saturday, on what would have been his 109th birthday, we celebrate the author behind those words — Dr. Seuss — by doing a whole lot of caring about children’s literacy. The festivities have gone on all week to push literacy as a priority.
E-readers killed the book shops and the MP3 murdered record stores. Will digital format be the death of independent theaters? At my favorite neighborhood movie house, Screenland Armour, two new projectors with new sound systems are going to cost nearly $110,000.
Just weeks ago I was at Happy Gillis celebrating my co-worker’s 50th birthday. We had margaritas, salsa, chips and more baked goods than I can remember. I wouldn’t expect less from a foodie like her.
