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June 14, 1991: Is He 'Bottom Line Bob'?

Reaction in the Madison arts community to new Civic Center director Robert D'Angelo's 1991-92 season varies widely from enthusiastic support to extreme disappointment. D'Angelo himself admits that the new season is more conservative and less risky than past ones because of the economic times. Although he's bringing in innovative acts like the American Indian Dance Theatre and Reduced Shakespeare Company, a hefty chunk of the season is filled with proven-though-tired perennials, Broadway road shows and middle-of the-road balladeers like Maureen McGovern, John Gary and the Fifth Dimension. >More
 June 15, 1990: This Is Elvis?

It's hard to say what would have happened if the real Elvis Presley had shown up at Chicago's Sheraton O'Hare last weekend for the first annual convention of the EP Impersonators International Association. Maybe the dozens of fat, thin, short, tall, young, old, male and female Elvises sporting Clairol 126 blue-black hair, chrome-rimmed shades and elaborate Vegas-period jumpsuits would have dropped to their knees and treated the late rock king's return as a sure sign that the good Lord in heaven above is an Elvis fan. On the other hand, those same unabashed necromancers might have set upon their prodigal idol like crazed bacchants and torn his sacred body to bits. >More
 June 23, 1989: Capitol Idea

Since I moved to Madison five months ago, I've been using the Capitol as a compass. I used to live among the flat prairies of central Illinois, so I'm not used to curving streets and hills and, especially, lakes. Consequently I get lost a lot, and when I do, I look around for the Capitol Dome to regain my bearing. >More
 July 1, 1988: Dining With Daddy

It was always a thrill to have dinner with Daddy. We ate at 6:30. That was something to look forward to. After bookkeeping for the day in Daddy's accounting office, Mother came home with Daddy at exactly 5:30. The front door to our home would nervously fly open. Mother walked to the stove to cook the evening meal while Daddy sat at the kitchen table to read his local paper. Whether or not Mother worked at the office, Daddy demanded dinner. Mother had less than an hour to cook, so her process was pared to formula. Daddy was hungry; he wanted to eat now. Nothing else mattered. That was final. >More
 Sept. 11-17, 1987: Couper's Coppers

On the wall of Madison Police Chief David Couper's office are portraits of Dr. Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi. An inscription under Gandhi's picture reads, "In a gentle way, you can shake the world." In such a manner, Couper has shaken the department. >More
 Aug. 1, 1986: The 602 Club exists out of time

Amid continuous change and the resultant future shock, many people need a sanctuary to remind them of the constancy of life. For some it's an ancient oak tree or a historic site. But for quite a few Madisonians, it's the 602 Club, a hideaway that time forgot, located at the corner of Frances Street and University Avenue. >More
 Feb. 8, 1985: The Mystery of the Oscar Mayer Acoustics

Call me Melville. Some weeks ago-never mind how long precisely-I was in my office smoking my favorite Italian cigar when the phone rang. I was still recovering from a very ugly divorce case, and the shrill ring felt like an attack on my life. For a moment, I thought about poor Owen Groit and the death in his face when I showed him the photos of his beautiful but unfaithful wife doing things he'd probably never even dreamed of. I almost didn't have the heart to answer the call. But in the end I always answer them. >More
 Jan. 6, 1984: Late for Dinner: A farewell to Madison

I'm not good at letting go; I have the word of one mental health professional on this, and half a dozen gifted amateurs. Nevertheless, I'm about to let go of Madison to take a new job in Milwaukee. By the time you read this note I'll be gone. >More
 Feb. 18, 1983: A tribute to Edward Ben Elson, tough-guy, hero, legend

I first met Eddie Elson over a decade ago, in the hallway in front of the Memorial Union Rathskeller. I was standing there talking to someone, and suddenly---wham---I was confronted with what I can only describe as the widest grin on the continent. >More
 Dec. 31, 1982: The Dangle's Last Night

"Seeing is believing." That's the motto emblazoned on the red satin matchbooks soon to be souvenirs of the Dangle's last days. On this final Saturday evening the burlesque business on the Square bumps one last time and grinds to a close. The glassy eye of the city is focused on the door when it opens at 8 -- News 3, Source 27 -- sucking it in for the Sunday news as the crowd pushes past the threshold to the promised delights beyond. >More
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