Buckingham Smokehouse Bar-B-Q Owner Mark Brown, 62, did not grow up dreaming of owning a barbecue restaurant. He opened the restaurant out of desperation.
Brown spent 20 years on the road, driving tour buses for some of the biggest bands and musicians of the century — and has tour passes, five platinum albums and stacks of memorabilia to prove it. Starting with a gig for the Ozark Mountain Daredevils from 1976-79, Brown, 23 at the time, grew up with a few of the members in Springfield. The band took him along to be a part of the stage crew.
“I never asked for the job,” Brown said. “The phone rang one night, and before I knew it, I was on my way to L.A.”
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Kelsey Monroe’s third-graders were engaged March 18 at Midway Heights Elementary School. The topic was food, specifically spinach. Yes, spinach, the vegetable that makes Popeye big and strong. Except this spinach didn’t come from a can.
I weave through the streets, turn a corner and there it is: One World Trade Center, the tallest building in this hemisphere.
At first, it takes me a moment to realize what I am looking at. The sun gleams off the glass tower and blinds all who look upon it. Below, a vast black memorial fountain embeds the ground, each spurt of water reminding us of each life lost.
Do you remember Sept. 11?
I was 8 years old. My teacher lined the class against the white wall outside the library. We had just finished our computer science class; I learned about Google. Something terrible had happened, she said.
I saw a TV screen in the corner of my living room as I curled up on a green leather couch. Planes crashed into two towers, again and again. Wafts of smoke filled every channel. I was torn between shock, sadness and disbelief.
I step off the street corner and out of my reverie. It might have been 15 years ago, but it’s all still real to me.