Category Archives: Parolees
I knew for months that my wife would be out of town for a week this October, but for some stupid reason I procrastinated buying more pot and wound up in an empty house with a wad of cash and no chronic.
Just like the Fabulous Freak Brothers said: Continue reading
“No red on campus? No cherry Kool-Aid, barbequed ribs, redbeans and rice, and watermelon on the dinner table? You ain Continue reading
“I hope Mangino didn
The one time I was on The Walt Bodine Show Walt fell asleep. His cohost at the time coolly leaned over while I was talking and gave Walt a little nudge, and he woke up and said “mm hmm,” just like he’d been following the conversation the whole time. It was all very professional.
For four months into a scaled-back schedule, hosting the show only on Fridays, and, if the past is any indication, he’s likely to continue in that capacity for an other 15 years. But just in case Walt might be considering retirement, I’d like to make a suggestion for his replacement: Charles Ferruzza.
This little creature was cowering in the engine of parked pickup during a storm when she was rescued. She’s been to the vet, has an appointment to be spayed, and she’s eating quite well. She’s full of crazy kitten energy. … Continue reading
As I left The Brick last night after the viewing party for the grand finale of Bravo’s Work of Art I had the lead to this post all figured out. It went something like: Fuck New York. Those uptight, monochromatic, over-edited, p.c. control freak art world overlords need to get the hell out of their concrete canyons and go to a goddam county fair!
I was fuming. It was so obvious to me that KC artist Peregrine Honig deserved to win.
Peregrine is going to win. I’ve got it all figured out, and I know: she’s going to win.
A friend of mine told a story not so long ago about how she was looking for a place to have breakfast downtown and she saw a historical marker that said, basically, “something cool used to be here.” And she thought, That’s so Kansas City.
Like it could be a slogan for this place. Kansas City: Something Cool Used to Be Here!
In that spirit, and in the spirit of Cowtown Ballroom… Sweet Jesus!, I offer my current favorite document of Kansas City yesteryear — a bootleg recording of the Grateful Dead’s concert at Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall in downtown KCK on November 13, 1972. Continue reading
In Budd Park, the park near my house, we had two great little playgrounds. Then the new Parks Board got appointed in 2007 and soon both of them were yanked and replaced, all part of a massive $1.8 million spending spree on playgrounds.
I know, I know. We gotta do what Continue reading
Shortly after I moved to the Historic Northeast seven years ago, I went on a ride-along with the KCPD Continue reading
What is it with all these women wanting to get all over me when I Continue reading
The stupidest thing to happen last week in this stupid city was Terry Riley Continue reading
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|Finally, it’s here… summer!|
Its been a long, cold winter and I spent four entire days getting it out of my system at the Woodside pool. I’ll get to Continue reading
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