Free-skate day brings warmth and fun that seem only possible in the summer
The subtle but sharp notes of a piano were a beacon in a winter wasteland that was Prince's Island Park. Once people rounded the corner, they found it — a scene out of a childhood picture book: Free-Skate Day.
Children were swarming the area like busy bees. The shallow water underneath one of the bridges leading to the park had been made into a small skating area.
Parked was a van opened wide with the words, "SKATE SHACK" as two shivering women handed out shiny new skates for rent to kids. Dads' tightened skates and moms watched with heart-wrenching smiles at the bundled up versions of their children.
- By Kaity Brown
Getting beyond the snobby stigma can reveal a world of enjoyment
The audience is one of the first things you notice when you attend a classical music concert, be it the philharmonic, the opera, or the ballet.
Particularly, who's there and who's not.
The audience at classical music concerts tends to conform to a specific category: fancy.
Men tend to dress in suits and ties, and women tend to don dresses and heels. When I attend these shows, I don't follow suit.
- By Tom Samoil
Roped in to act out a murder mystery, all thanks to wine
At least there was alcohol.
There I stood in a garish tweed jacket rolled to the elbows, with my girlfriend's black beret rakishly obscuring my vision. Meanwhile, some guy named Jack accused me of writing a pre-mortem obituary for the dead guy in the bathroom, but at least I had a drink in my hand.
Blinking in the blazing fluorescence of the cavernous room, raking my semi-intoxicated brain for the hastily memorized lines, my only solace was that everybody else looked almost as ridiculous as I did.
Roped in, I thought. I was so roped in.
- By Dan Mackenzie
Parent-child interaction can't be replaced with reading devices
"Oh come on, please, just one more story before bed?"
This all too familiar phrase rings oh so clearly in my head as I think of the times that I stayed up begging my mom or dad before I went to sleep.
I longed to hear about the princesses, dragons and far-away lands that were in my books, so that I could relive the stories in my dreams.
But I can't imagine that it would have been the same if it wasn't my parents actually reading to me.
- By Rachel Kane