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April 10th, 2014
Are you ready for a little mystery?
Allison McDonnell Page masterfully directs Anthony Shaffer’s classic, Sleuth, with a modern flare. Although the play is based in 1970, quick dry wit and lots of suspenseful twists will keep the audience engaged in the Edison Theatre’s current production.
Sleuthis very different from the other shows Page has directed in the past. Instead of tense family drama like Proofor August: Osage County, she takes her turn at a comedy full of puzzles and lies.
Tickets for the 2014 Buesaplalooza and Festival of Beers went on sale this past week, offering a couple of headline acts that are sure to draw music fans to Sam’s Woodsite on July 31-Aug. 3.
Buddy Guy, who has been among the top Chicago blues guitarists for decades, will close the show on Sunday, April 3; Hiatt, a longtime Nashville-based blues/rock musician, will headline the Friday night show.
This year, the Mammoth Mountain Community Foundation is going all Gatsby.
Magician and actor Albie Selznick is bringing his highly acclaimed “Smoke and Mirrors” magic show to the Mammoth Lakes Repertory Theatre, March 21 through 23, marking its first venture out of Los Angeles.
“We are very excited to bring this show to Mammoth,” said Shira Dubrovner, Mammoth Lakes Repertory Theatre’s artistic director.
“It received terrific reviews in Los Angeles, playing to sold-out houses,” she said.
BRIDGEPORT—A new restaurant opened its doors this past month in Mono County, and judging by the lines outside of Ohanas395, it’s already a hit.
The trick, if there is one, is in finding the doors.
That’s because Ohanas395 is a Hawaiian Style Food Trailer, owned and operated by Rena McCullough, a longtime June Lake resident.
“Opening a restaurant requires a lot of work,” she reasoned. “This is easier.”
It also is arguably better.
The musical husband-and-wife team of Brian Schuldt and Rebecca Hang are the 2014 "Service Above Self" honorees, the Mammoth Lakes Rotary Club announced this past week.
The award, to be presented at the Rotary's "WinterFest" on March 8 at Canyon Lodge, goes to an individual or couple who "providing outstanding service to our community," said Rotary leader Rick Phelps in a news release.
“Just when I think I have things figured out, along comes a rookie.”
“Come again, Fido?
“And just when I had the team all figured out.”
“Ah. You are speaking of the new dog in the office. The puppy.”
“She’s going to be a problem.”
“Wait a minute!”
“Golly, Fido, I’d be happy to wait a minute, but we have things to do today. We’re doing household chores.”
“I don’t-like, don’t-like household chores.”
“You don’t have to do a thing. Just relax. We have all of December to clean up after.”
“How can you clean up a whole month?”
Depressed about the current lack of snow situation around here?
I have been able to stay motivated and upbeat because I am still skiing on great conditions up at Tamarack. It is going to take a good, old-fashioned three footer to open all the trails in the Lakes Basin, but never mind that for now; the 15 kilometers that are open have good coverage and are manicured every night as if by magic.
And, you can’t beat the warm, sunny days for being outdoors in winter.
December 30th, 2013
It was a bitter winter morning and his hands were freezing, but former Mammoth Lakes Police Department officer Paul Dostie was in his element.
One hand on a radio handset, another on a yellow legal pad, the sounds of a Vietnamese pop song came across his ham radio from thousands of miles away, tinny and scratchy in the background, he listened intently as orders from Mammoth Hospital came in over the wire.
“We are in lockdown,” came the message. “Only family members will be allowed in. All people must check in to the front desk.”
“Something is terribly wrong,” Fido said.
“I noticed you are in some kind of funk, Big Boy. What’s up?”
“Where is my supper?”
“Supper will be right on time, I know how you count on it, the way you pace around when it’s supper time. I also noticed you started pacing about an hour early.”
“You’re late with my supper. I’m starving.”
“Tell me about cats.”
“Gosh, Fido, there’s not a lot to say. And anyway, you live with Chief, and he’s a cat. Why don’t you ask him?”
“I don’t think Chief knows anything.”
“Sure he does. He has a brain.”
“It is the size of a walnut!”
“Fido, your own brain isn’t what I would call overwhelming.”
“But it’s bigger than a walnut.”
“I can’t go to the woods?” Fido said. “The mountains are closed? What the…?”
It was a hot, still morning and the smell of summer was adrift on the hazy golden air—pine sap; sage; the deep green scents of manzanita and ceanothus; the lavender aroma of lupine gone to seed.
Even the bees, spiraling through the waning fireweed along the trail, seemed lazy: somnolent, barely able to keep their heavy, furred bodies alight.
I am not a typical fan of Shakespeare.