Looking for an escape from the dreariness of superstorms cable coverage, really ball football and way too many sleazy political ads?
Take a number.
Let’s see what we can do about it. You know, entertainment-wise.
The grains of Father Time are running out of crooner Marilyn Maye‘s live performance hourglass and one of these days Kansas City is going to wake up and no more Marilyn.
Not just yet, but one of these days. Continue reading