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For half a century, longtime Lawrence resident Bill James has been asking questions about baseball. He’s still looking for answers.
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Five Lawrence women linked together by friendship and a common goal of staying healthy in their 70s share their experiences through the evolution of women’s athletics.
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Civil rights attorney Ron Kuby came to Lawrence for the first time in a decade this weekend — he had an arrest reunion to get to.
He spoke about free speech violations on KU’s campus and why he’s now questioning his previous position as a First Amendment absolutist.
Kris Taylor is giving farm animals a new lease on life. Taylor is the director and founder of Shy 38, a sanctuary in Lawrence that’s helping people see industrialized farm animals in a new light.
The pressure to wear a smile and a veil of optimism — no matter how it feels inside — pervades culture. Nora McInerny has spent the last decade bucking that system.
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Oona Nelson, 18, has played nearly every sport in the book. This coming fall, she’ll head off on an athletic scholarship to pursue her favorite sport of all: cycling.
Wendo Kimori believes in walking the talk when it comes to equity work, so she’s doing just that. The Free State High School senior is reviving Lawrence’s NAACP Youth Council.
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Chef Camille Eichorn promotes an open-door policy in her culinary arts classroom at the Lawrence College and Career Center. That’s mostly in the figurative sense, though — the room is home to bearded dragons Da Vinci and Mucha, and they mustn’t leave without a proper escort.
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Mary Rials, 85, has designed, cut, pieced and quilted about 200 quilts since she retired from KU in 2000. Her latest, Dare to Dream, is her first quilt to tell the story of the civil rights movement.
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Lawrence author and musician Melvin Litton walks his German shepherd, Jack, through the Barker neighborhood every evening. He might be shaping sentences in his head or exploring literary ideas as he walks, eager to scrawl them onto his sketch pad once he’s home again.
