Five volunteers were needed in 2008 to calibrate a new bilateral breast MRI at St. Joseph’s Imaging. Peg Kunz was the first in the machine. The radiologist told her there was something in her left breast, but it could be just an artifact or a glitch.
May, in the digital calendar of the TV world, is the month of goodbyes. Failed shows fly. Series that have sailed their course sink—or sail into the Scranton sunset.
After all, it was a Sunday show on a bitter cold night in January in Moscow, Idaho. As soon as the 1995 baby blue GMC conversion van the band calls Pat Sajak (the first van was named Vanna White) pulled up behind the snow-covered venue, an older, clearly intoxicated brunette started banging on the window.
It’s hard to tell where the curtain speech (comments about exit doors, cells phones and so on) ends and the action begins in And, Lately. . . . Actor-playwright Rachel Lampert, who is the producing artistic director at Ithaca’s Kitchen Theatre Company, asks for a show of hands, “There isn’t anybody here who doesn’t know me, is there?” One timid hand goes up. With a shrug of the shoulders, she then advises, “You will.”
Dogs would be required to wear life jackets at pool-equipped daycare and boarding facilities in Colorado, according to rules drafted by the Pet Animal Care Facilities Program, a division of the Colorado Department of Agriculture. “Not every dog is a good swimmer,” program manager Kate Anderson explained.
Putting the “art” in “art-house flick,” the lush biopic Renoir (Samuel Goldwyn; 112 minutes; R; 2013) not only examines the twilight years of the Impressionist painter (1841-1919) but also the young female model who became his final artistic muse, as well as Renoir’s three sons, who embarked on their separate creative paths.