The U.S. Air Force band, Tops in Blue, performed their free "Rhythm Nation" concert before a crowded music hall on July 6.
Walking into the new Red Mango downtown, I saw a sign advising me to "Rethink Yogurt." Well, I didn't think about yogurt much before my two trips to Red Mango, but I can't help but give it a bit of attention after my visits to the frozen yogurt shop.
I'm punched red as the green hills watch. They roll on in silence, echoing the red fists that work my face into bulges and gashes. Carl used to strike me pink with love. But these days, it's with fists.
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.
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.
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.