When hearing citizens of rural Kansas towns describe Wichita as a “big city,” I’ve never been able to keep a straight face. I mean, come on. Our skyline is backed by grain elevators. Drive an hour in any direction, and you’ll hit rows of fields. And if you’re thinking about using public transportation to travel downtown, you might be better off with a good pair of walking shoes.
However, a Labor Day road trip through southern Kansas may have caused me to put my “metropolitan” foot in my mouth. There was …
It was hot.
Really hot. As in, people were so drenched with sweat they looked like they’d just crawled out of a swimming pool.
Despite the B.O.–inducing heat, music lovers flooded the Commerce Arts District June 19 to partake in Wichita’s first LIV Music and Arts Festival. They were rewarded with live performances by local artists and plenty of Tallgrass beer.
“We should have had tents, we should have had misters,” festival organizer Adam Hartke said, laughing. “Next year, we won’t repeat those mistakes.”
As advocates of all things live and local, my friend …
Having spent my K-12 years in Wichita, I am ashamed to say that I never went ghost hunting. Kansas is bursting with creepy legends and haunted sites: there’s the alleged gateway to hell in Stull, the ghosts of General Custer and his wife in the barracks of Fort Riley, and the plethora of spooks and spirits in Atchison. Closer to home is the Hutchinson Public Library, where the ghost of former librarian Ida Day Holzapfel is said to reside, and the mysterious little girl at Robinson Middle School who bangs on the lockers after dark. Despite these opportunities for adventure, however, I was always too wimpy to get acquainted with the spectral citizens of the ICT. So, to make up for my lost years (and to benefit future seekers of the supernatural), I took an abbreviated journey around the area’s most famous haunts
Wichita tea: it’s in abundance, folks. And while I’m by no means an expert on this leafy beverage, I do appreciate a good brew on a warm summer evening. Or a rainy autumn morning. Or hell, any time of year. This month, I set out to investigate just where Wichitans can get that assam, oolong or darjeeling fix; to my pleasant surprise, the number of local options had me slightly overwhelmed! It would be quite an undertaking to list every choice, so instead, I picked some of the highlights and created a few categories.