Theatre geeks unite! If you’re like me, you love the thrill of live theatre…but can’t afford a trip to New York City. Sure, there’s always the chance that the "New Hot Show" will eventually tour a city near you or be staged by an intrepid community theatre group—but it’s just not the same, and certainly doesn’t have the same high wattage star power. What’s the next best thing to seeing an original Broadway show? Listening to the cast recording, of course!
Michael Jackson has been releasing new music. Well, not exactly Michael Jackson. He’s dead. However, unreleased music that he recorded before his death is now out after being finished by others. This means that we can continue to have new tunes by one of the great artists of his generation. The question is, would he have wanted this music to come out? A lot of material that ends up being released posthumously is work that an artist did not feel was good enough to be made public.
A friend of mine told me that a man had been bitten by a rabid bat not far from where she lives in Lee’s Summit. I was incredulous at first, but I looked it up online. Apparently, three bats have tested positive for rabies since June in Lee’s Summit. This caught my attention because I recently finished a book called Rabid: A Cultural History of the World’s Most Diabolical Virus.
Have you ever taken a close look at some of the questions the enumerator asked when taking the census? Some questions don’t seem very useful to a genealogist. (Yes, I do realize that censuses were not taken just so I could use them for genealogy.) One particular question caught my attention one day and became a way to track an elusive family. I found my ancestor on the 1855 New York State Census. Looking at the original image, I noticed writing in a column next to his mother and brother that others didn’t have.
Recent family responsibilities have led me to spend a lot of time on the eastern side of Missouri, mostly in the Hannibal area. Many Midwesterners are aware that Samuel Clemens, or Mark Twain as he is commonly known, grew up in Hannibal (he was actually born in Florida, Missouri). If you get a chance to visit Hannibal, you will see how they capitalize on one of their favorite sons and his literary creations… with the Mark Twain Dinette, Pudd’nhead’s Antiques, Becky Thatcher’s Antiques, and even the oh-so-politically-incorrect Injun Joe’s Campground.