It might make some top 10 movie musicals lists, but it’s unlikely that “Seven Brides for
Seven Brothers” is on anyone’s list of favorite stage musicals. Which is why Beef
& Boards
Dinner Theatre’s current production of the show (running through Oct. 4) is so remarkable.
It’s called Creation Cafe (337 W. 11th St., 955-2389), but a better name for the restaurant at the top of the downtown
canal might be Re-creation Café.
Nowhere else on the stage of global economics was financial boom and bust more surreally scripted than in the small isolated
country of Iceland.
I recently welcomed a special guest to “Mickey’s Corner”—Will Shortz, the crossword editor of The
New York Times and the riddle maven we love to listen to every Sunday morning on
National Public Radio. In order to engage this creative genius, I conceived a challenge that I present to
you now: a two-part game called My Word.
The solution to the property tax fiasco that swept Republican Mayor Greg Ballard into office in 2007 is making his job harder, and
it could lead to his undoing.
This Labor Day sees the American labor movement in serious decline. In fact, U.S. private-sector union membership
has been in serious decline for three decades.
Paul Barada’s argument that teachers with 30 years of teaching
experience making $50,000-plus a year are underpaid is flawed.
It is rather obvious [investment columnist] Keenan Hauke has run out of things to write about. Give the readers a break,
this guy’s views are downright irresponsible.
Bruce Hetrick’s patronizing and dismissive reference [in his Aug. 24 column] to the idea of death panels (“There is,
of course, no such clause or intent in any health-reform legislation”) is insulting to any reader who has followed the
debate over health care reform.
[Mickey Maurer’s Aug. 24 column] on Cleo Moore caught my attention. I have read his name in the papers many times
and thought it sounded familiar. As I read through your article on Moore, it dawned on me why I recognized his name.
As another former high school wrestler from the 1959-1960 season, [Mickey Maurer’s Aug. 24 column] about Cleo Moore
was an opportunity to reflect.
I know that I will not be supporting the [Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra] in any way until they have a conductor that lives here and is paid a reasonable salary.
Downtown Indianapolis has a housing problem. I am not referring to the abandoned and foreclosed homes that blight many of
our neighborhoods. This is a problem of new, prominent construction projects that are out of place in our built environment.
Our many national concerns are manifest in the widespread transportation industry. The level of
economic activity determines the demand for transportation services and equipment.
The Cash for
Clunkers program has seriously challenged my high-mindedness. It is time for a bit of soul searching.
This September
will give me 15 years as a professional in the securities industry. My firm will celebrate 10 years this November.
Even the most hard-core local-restaurant advocates make exceptions when they hit the road. But on a recent drive, I found
an alternative to fast-food pit stops.
By definition, the non-juried IndyFringe festival has a crapshoot quality. My advice to new Fringe-goers is usually to
go to at least three shows and be fully prepared to hate at least one of them.
Even as one of Knight’s most ardent critics during the latter half of his tenure at Indiana, I concur with the majority
of opinions expressed on the subject.
There are cruises to the Antarctic in large luxury ships that go near the islands—close enough to afford
magnificent views. But those ships are too big to get close enough to go ashore.
