After the massive March 17 fire that destroyed a warehouse at 11th and Zane streets, there was widespread speculation that a small private club adjacent to the warehouse was an adult swingers club. Turns out that’s exactly what it is — or was — according to two sources who spoke to LEO on the condition of anonymity.
Who’s your daddy? Where did you read mid-February that UCLA would crash the Final Four? No need to spell it out. As for the rest of my bracket ... next topic.Iron Butterfly. Am I having one of those acid flashbacks they always promised us back in the day, or is that really “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” playing in the background of a Fidelity Mutual Funds commercial? Speaking of acid, did Memphis and UCLA play like they’d swallowed some purple microdot or what? U-G-L-Y. On the other hand, the Bruins are in the real Final Four, and your team probably isn’t.Sayonara J.J. For those who want one last moment with the college hoopster we all love to hate, check out: http://dukemo.ytmnd.com/. And if you need one mo’ Coach K commercial, check out this cartoon: www.newsobserver.com/content/multimedia/sports/coachkommercial/
<ART>Friday, March 31Big Bone Art Show You’ve been good for most of the week, and to show their appreciation, The Oddity Studios are throwing you a “Big Bone.” As part of the F.A.T. Friday festivities, the Big Bone Art Show will feature original artwork in all mediums. Fifteen artists are on board so far, and you’ll get a kick out of works like “The Dawn of Bone” by Bryan Renfro. Live music accompanies the artistic pleasantries, and each visitor receives a free copy of “The Herald Sparrow,” a new publication with joyously offbeat sensibilities. Enjoy looking at artwork you can’t afford (yet) and dream big. If your imagination needs some encouragement, the trolley hop wine is a nice starting point. —Matt MattinglyNancy’s Bagel Grounds 2101 Frankfort Ave.599-6576Free; 6-9 p.m.
You’re young and you’ve got something to say. How do you say it? If you’re an artist, your art does the talking for you.
No, no Nolan. I’ve heard some pretty accurate but mighty disturbing whispers about the collegiate inclinations of superüberprepster Nolan Smith. For a long while now, the son of former Card icon Derek Smith has been considered a lock to wear red and black. Not anymore. I’ve got it on good authority that the kid and his family are now thinking blue. As in Blue Devils. Say it ain’t so. Seems Smith’s connections with U of L — Vince Taylor, and to some extent, Reggie Theus — aren’t on the Belknap campus anymore, and young Nolan no longer feels connected to the Cardinal program. Taylor, currently a Minnesota T-Wolves assistant, apparently has the Smiths’ ear. Duke’s Johnny Dawkins keeps in touch with him so young Nolan will feel the Blue Devil love. While, I’m advised, the Cardinals haven’t beseeched former staffer Vince to be a go-between on their behalf. How sad is this story?
Grimace-worthyThe Coalition of Immokalee Workers brought their “McDonald’s Truth Tour” to the Second and Broadway Mickey Ds to protest poor working conditions and low pay for Florida tomato workers. The workers — the same folks who successfully gave Taco Hell what-for over the last couple years — are on a quest to make every shitty fast-food restaurant in America cough up fair wages for farm workers. Based on their track record, McD’s may want to get with the program. More info at: http://www.ciw-online.org/
The building that houses the Brick House, at the corner of Second and St. Catherine, still needs some aesthetic work, just like it did last year.
Iâ€™m walking walk down the dusty stretch that leads to the main firing line at Knob Creek Gun Range, wading through military, ex-military, militia, gun vendors and god knows who else. Itâ€™s easy to lose yourself amid the sporadic crackle of semi-automatic machine guns and the thunderous booms of antique cannons...
BY MOLLY CUNNINGHAM In the Arcadia Community Center in south Louisville’s Wilder Park neighborhood, a half-dozen Somali women sit on the couch in a brightly painted room chattering in Bantu. Each woman is wrapped from head to toe in cloths of varying colors and patterns, each carefully styled into a harmonized outfit. One woman hunches over a wide-ruled notebook on the coffee table, practicing her alphabet as she participates in the gossip.
At the start of every Metro Council meeting, 10 constituents get to speak briefly about whatever they want, whether itâ€™s on the Council agenda or not. Last Thursday in a City Hall decked with poinsettias, five addressed an issue that wasnâ€™t set for discussion at the last meeting of 2005: cable TV.