A week ago I was dead.
The Meyer Foundation for Disabilities will hold a late-night bike ride July 16 in Omaha to raise funds for the organization.
We should have recognized the omens the night we cruised into Santa Fe. When snowdrifts obscured the friendly signs and covered the windows of strangers that would normally welcome visitors like us; when blizzard-like conditions caused every automobile to creep along the interstate in fear that an overcorrection of the wheel might fatefully crush metal and bones upon impact with red rock encased in ice; when we finally arrived at our hotel room, exhausted after twelve hours on the road, and it appeared as though a drug dealer or wild animal had inhabited the place for months -- crooked picture frames and dank, mustard-colored sheets left behind as ruffled remnants of his nightly terrors, induced by bad trips, bad dreams, or bad luck.
UNO graduates and corporate sponsors unveiled Omaha's first outdoor fitness park June 29 at Elmwood Park.
The wooden floor of Sokol Auditorium quaked under dancing feet as Jack's Mannequin took the stage June 20. Eager fans screamed and roared as front man Andrew McMahon stepped into the spotlight, sat down at his piano and spoke into the microphone.
"My life closed twice before its close; it yet remains to see if immortality unveils a third event to me, so huge, so hopeless to conceive, as these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell."
Smoke and heat loomed over an energetic crowd Friday night at Sokol Underground where Tech N9ne was set to take the stage for the first of his two-day concert series here in Omaha.
The pungent, stinging stench of tea tree oil diffuses rapidly in the stale air of the cramped apartment. I study the little bits of stray matter highlighted by the ray of sun beaming through the window, imagining them choking and coughing on scent. Is it possible to die from a smell? It's supposed to kill lice with its antibacterial properties; does that go for all insects? I'm going to have to Google that. The steady hiss of the shower abruptly shuts off. I hear whistling and the vinyl snap of the shower curtain being flung open, and then the slap of wet feet hitting the linoleum floor. He must have shoved the bathmat against the door again.