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Nine weeks ago, heaven descended upon Elmwood Avenue.
In the summer of 2000, my now ex-boyfriend and I took a month-long road trip to visit our friends in the Deep South. He was absolutely appalled and stunned that in Mississippi, my home state for the adolescent years of my life, had no pick-up recycling program. He cringed at the piles of cans and paper in my best friend's garbage can and asked me why they didn't recycle. I told him they didn't have a recycling program.
Last February, sitting in a caf?(c) in Toronto, Dennis Yee had an epiphany. If he and his friends would drive two hours every month for a good cup of bubble tea, wouldn't college students be willing to drive 10 minutes?
Conor McPherson's flawless acting does little to mask lack of plot or substance, but "The Weir" provides a few scares. Ghosts never appear and the plot never thickens, instead building and deflating in a manner that leaves the audience only partially fulfilled.
"Talking With," a set of 11 monologues by Jane Martin divided into two acts, is a blend of unusual performances presented by the women of Pandora's Box Theatre Company.
Like the version in our nation's capital, The Little White House, located at 5877 Main St. in Williamsville, is a sizeable but not extravagant building; with its large windows and plain white siding, the building looks like the ordinary home of a prominent family.
Students, faculty and staff gathered in the Center for the Arts for the seventh annual University Convocation Thursday afternoon to honor UB's strongest leaders and brightest talents.
As I cross close-to-deserted Main Street on a chilly Monday night at 11 o'clock, I keep my eye on the circular decal imprinted with the word Blu on the door of my destination. The windows and glass door are dark and I fear that it might have closed early on such a dead night.
There's a new kid in town, and his name is Iberia. Located directly across from the ever-popular The Steer near UB's Main Street campus, Iberia bravely offers an alternative to the collection of trite watering holes Main Street calls its bar district.