Ask regular customers of Goodrich’s Shop-Rite what they’ll miss when the store closes in two weeks and you’ll get the expected answers: The friendly staff of committed lifers; the meat, the wine, Annette Aldrich, Goodrich’s produce department the deli, the international foods; coowner Steve Scheffel’s magnificent white hair and epic world-weariness; Dr. Beef’s tasty sausage and tasteless jokes.
THURSDAY, June 19 — At 25, Vocalist Cécile McLorin Salvant, headliner of this weekend’s East Lansing Summer Solstice Jazz Festival, is one of jazz's most promising young artists. Her playfulness, intelligence and supreme musicality drew strong comparisons from the festival’s artistic director, Rodney Whitaker, who called Salvant “a breath of fresh air” in jazz.
Bob Every doesn´t let anything bug him for long. He picks up the phone and calls the bullpen, deploys the spread option offense, goes for the fast break, pulls the goalie, bowls the extra frame.
He can do that — play all the sports at once — because he’s the director of the Greater Lansing Sports Hall of Fame.
Every city has its heartbreaking “used-to-be” jewels — Art Deco band shells, ornate theaters, towering elm groves that now draw wistful sighs in nursing homes.
Praise Neptune! Lansing’s stone-ringed J.H. Moores Memorial Natatorium, the oldest public pool of its kind in the nation, is still alive with splashes, a turquoise oval oasis nestled into the wooded east slope of venerable Moores Park.
Bill Hankins was behind the times, by nature, and that put him a little bit ahead.
The death May 23 of the longtime East Lansing gallery owner has local artists musing about what´s still missing in the local arts community. Hankins was 81.
Made in Lansing, a new exhibit by the Historical Society of Greater Lansing, rolls through 150-plus years of manufacturing innovation in a city that sits in the center of Michigan like the hub of a wheel. That´s why it´s the capital, after all.
Your eyes can get a real workout at the Broad Art Museum — from rolling to the back of your head. I’m not talking about the art, but the people you run into: Self-styled experts who can´t shut up, wise-guys who ask where the “real” art is, preening hipsters, outraged moralists, “this reminds-me-of” reductionists — they all show up sooner or later, usually right next to you.