While no one was looking, Fairfield, Iowa has become a mecca for musicians and artists. Every variation of music and art that one can imagine is prospering in this growing township, and that includes musical theater. And of all the productions that have opened and closed in this creative community for as far back as anyone can remember, none has affected its
In some past life I must have been late for a train. Overburdened with luggage, breathless, I can see me running, fedora whisked from my head by the wind. Only by some feat of strength, some last surge of energy, am I able to clamber aboard the moving coach, neither helped nor encouraged by the barrel-chested, walrus-whiskered conductor. I lay breathless on the floor of the shifting
Some thoughts about that: if not in an opera house then here under the girders of a new civilization in which the contemplative norm is that of a cheeseburger with a face full of sesames. McCheese is one's neighbor and mayor, and his clown same-sex partner is a cook of sorts, and I guess a lot of people go there. I have to admit I stopped years ago. The fried fish sandwiches were about all I
I know, I know: I've been a slacker blogger lately. But now I have something truly noteworthy to share. This past Monday evening, I was fortunate enough to catch two fabulous former Fairfieldians (and dear friends) performing in NYC's prestigious Carnegie Hall: Erin Gee and her brother Colin Gee.
Those names surely ring many a bell throughout Fairfield, where the two grew up, and in Iowa City,
Flame skunks. They is a problem to most home owners, be all they don't know it though. Pesky little fellers, git in your basement and start feedin off the lint of most furnace filters. You can tell 'em by their plumpish skunk bodies, but they's head's just like a gas broiler with the flames all lit and lickin up the sides like whispy blue whiskery cheeks. Natural fire hazards. Burnt up a