Internet rumors were swirling recently that our own lovable, dysfunctional, television drama queen Frankie Abernathy had kicked the bucket. No, Frankie’s not dead. Not yet, anyway. The cystic fibrosis sufferer is off the cigarettes that would surely have turned her lungs into sludge buckets sooner rather than later. However, we’ve lost her all the same. Just as had been rumored,…
Union Station’s Web site tells a little lie. “Union Station does not receive any tax dollars,” the site says on a page reserved for frequently asked questions. Actually, it does. Union Station receives more than $1 million a year from residents of Kansas City, Missouri, for managing a forgettable regional history museum. The owner of a $100,000 home pays $20…
It was Cinco de Mayo, and after a few margaritas in Westport, Dan Renzi had strayed east. Now he was seated near the back of a theater inside The Strand, a smut shop at 35th Street and Troost. The place was a grotto of stale air and worn seats in too-tight rows. The movie — World’s Biggest Prick Teasers —…
