A little over a year ago, Cutest and I merged our lives and homes, probably to our grandmothers’ horror for surely we were living in sin by moving into a condo on the Plaza.  Before and since, many of our friends have wanted to know why we chose that location. Here’s why. One evening as we walked toward the Sister City bridge that spans Brush Creek, I spotted a lady standing at midpoint, draped in a flowing white cape. Gathered at the bridge’s base were eight others, snapping

The other night, Cute and I went back to the 60s for an evening. Our dinner club hosts decided that the theme for the night was to be those glory days of the 1960s, maybe stretching into the 70s.   We were reminded of the old saying that if you can remember the 60s, you really weren’t there, but there we were anyway. It seemed like a short trip back although none of us were able to wear any of our 60s gear or even still had it. Cute and I went out thrifting but we started at

Here I sit, happily munching squares of chocolate that I selected from one of Christoper Elbow’s fine Valentine Day boxes, courtesy of Cutest.  “Love Day” has passed but not without lingering thoughts about how fortunate we Kansas Citians are to have our very own Valentine district. Let me expound. Often Cutest and I have motored up and down Broadway, paying little attention to the Valentine neighborhood. It is bordered to the west by Southwest Trafficway, to the east by Bro

I think our thousands of longtime readers would agree that Cute and I are pretty positive people. Our whole purpose in our blogs is to amuse you, often by trying to point out new places for you to try, whether they are experiences or venues or even museums. Recently in an effort to head off the February blahs, we went to Atlas9, knowing virtually nothing about it, except where it’s located, near the Legends.  None of our friends have been, at least not that they’ve told us. W