Marking the memories at Manchester's Palace Theatre as the "jewel of the Queen City" turns 100.
Just as 2014 was coming to a close, NH’s theatre family lost a dear friend named Kevin Riley. He was a friend of mine too. Not a close one, but a guy I was glad to know. I never heard him speak an unkind word about anyone — and in the ego-driven world of theatre, that’s rare.
How’s this for a new year’s resolution?: “I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty, of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen.”
We’re all entitled to one addiction, assuming it’s legal and not terribly self-destructive.
Just about every year we are picked as one of the stingiest states in the union.
Some months I have to admit that what I call work is what many would love to do on their vacations.
I suppose most people have a story about something that happened at the fair. Usually it has to do with the consequences of eating too much fried dough and then riding something called “The Scrambler.”
Anyone who has watched puppies tussle on the lawn or kids building a fort out of couch cushions has witnessed one function of fun.