In August of 2012 I spent hours listening to Bill Overstreet tell his life story, from birth in a small Oklahoma town to current projects — the man was 86 and still had current projects! Tonight I answered the phone after hours to the news that he had died this afternoon.
On a day set aside for sentimental confessions, here is a semi-unprofessional confession from the Arts desk: I tend to fall a little bit in love with the artists I interview. Not in a romantic or physical sense, but in the sense of being drawn to the inner fire that feeds their artistic passion. Gender, age, marital status – none of that really matters. I am blown away on a regular basis by the things that people say and the way their minds work.
I think my mom is always waiting for me to develop the nurturing and maternal qualities and skills she possesses. Nobody knew I could cook until I lived on my own, even then, my parents may have been disappointed in how these traits manifest. Once, I came home for a visit and offered to make dinner for the family, cooking the meat separately in case of vegetarians — there are no vegetarians in my family.
Something strange has happened — the real deadline for having a Wearable Art project done is 5 minutes before show time, yet I am already done. I even left the article in the possession of the model so she could practice in it — and so I couldn't change my mind or add to it.
The town square used to be the place where the community came together.
That little patch of real estate where the derring-do’s of the past days were rehashed, where grandpas watched grandkids, where parents held hands, and vendors let you taste the wonders of the culinary world.
Much like the gymnasiums of old they were.
You could eat anything and say anything, as long as you kept it off the floor.
You could watch heroes save the day and many times those heroes were related to you or someone you knew or were someone you wanted to be like.
When I read the list of pre-filed bills for the 28th legislature, I was pretty disgusted to see Rep. Bob Lynn was at it again with a voter ID law. For one thing, Alaska already has rules about voter identification. It requires one piece of ID, or a poll worker to know with certainty you are who you say you are, or you can vote a questioned ballot. Voter Fraud isn't an issue around here, or in the U.S. as a whole. So why is there a bill on the table to fix this non-existent problem?
What ever happened to the days when a coach would call you into his office, look you in the eye and just ask, “I heard there were (insert team name here, I inserted Petersburg) players at a party last weekend. Were you there?”
And the coach knew you well enough that any misinformation would be obvious.
If you knew anything, you had better be truthful.
If you were at fault, you had to go out and run around the old dump.
Our old dump had black bears that had become habituated to eating garbage and watching team rule-breakers run in circles.
If you are reading this then the Mayan Fantasy Football League will continue next season, or at least through this season, or at least through today.
Things are a bit better than many had believed.
Dooms-dayers and naysayers predicted the world would end.
Well, for the New York Jets anyway.
For those of you who calculated wrongly and ran up multiple store credit purchases, told your boss where to hide the Mayan gold, partied like there was no tomorrow, sunbathed nude on your car roof driving down Egan at rush hour.... well, today is your reckoning.
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