| Wet city tunes: Different perspective
He stood alone near the gate to the fancy antique lamp and ceramic shop, a little unsure. Another bedraggled refugee seeking shelter from the incessant, merciless rain beating down on this city in the last week. He looked wet, cold and forlorn. Once grand white feathers raggedly patched in brown and black. His head comb also a lesser version of its original chilly-red splendor. He pecked, with an air of almost hopelessness, at his feathers and plumped them out to dry in the damp. The traffic streamed past unconcerned. God, couldn't you send a little sun out this way. And then he remembered those days, days of relentless heat and merciless sunshine, when he craved some rain to nourish the dry earth and water his parched throat. Was that just a month ago, it felt like many rooster years.
Mark Rutledge: What does 'Antiques Roadshow' know about step ...
These people who bring their furniture to TV's "Antiques Roadshow" never seem interested in actually selling. Someone tells me my rug is worth $57,000, I believe I would quickly part company with said rug. I look around my house and see only one inanimate object I would not sell at any price. It's the well-worn step stool I built in Mr. Geisler's seventh-grade shop class in Johnson City, Tenn. My classmates and I mass-produced enough for each of us to have two stools. The four-piece construction, using 2-by-10 pine planks with routed edges and decorative cuts, was Mr. Geisler's design. He assigned the project after a chance meeting with a former student whose class had made the same stool 10 years earlier. "He came over to me," Mr.
NYC antiques dealer sues to shoo homeless people from his shop
NEW YORK (AP) _ In a clash of classes on a posh shopping strip, an antiques dealer has filed a $1 million lawsuit against four homeless people, seeking to keep them off the sidewalk in front of his shop.
The lawsuit, filed this week, seeks a court order to keep three men and one woman at least 100 feet away from Karl Kemp & Associates. They are named only as John Doe, Bob Doe, John Smith and Jane Doe.
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Five things to know about Eugene Shatz:
He's a certified hypnotist. He learned the art from a theatrical hypnotist while in the Army in Okinawa, Japan, then used it in his pediatrics practice to help young bed-wetters stay dry. He owns four llamas. Their names are Lady Diana, Serena, Kitty and Dollie. "You have to have a Dollie," he says with grin. He's Jewish, his wife, Connie, is a Methodist minister and his grandchildren are being raised Muslim. "At family gatherings, we say grace in many languages," he says. A "gentleman farmer," he raised 150 chickens to be eaten at his daughter Heidi's wedding reception last October then helped cook 149 of them, marinated in Indian spices. "They were delicious," he says. No. 150 became a pet named Elizabeth. He has at least 100 ties, most of them zany, sporting Winnie the Pooh, sequins, frogs -- even sushi.
How to ease downtown's parking pains?
When he and his wife moved here from California 22 years ago, they felt like they were back in 1950s Los Angeles, when going downtown was a neat thing to do. Eating steaks on the River Walk, shopping at stores that hadn't high-tailed it to suburban malls, browsing for antiques or just walking around drew the couple downtown several times a week. Paying to park back then was worth it, said Bricken, 63. "It was a great place to be." But over the years, the streets became more crowded and parking prices steadily increased. And between the pleasant surprises, such as bumping into and chatting with Henry Cisneros one night, came the shocks. Like the time about five years ago in a private lot, when drivers parked in the aisles behind and in front of his car, trapping him and his brother for hours.
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