Hey OP. I'm the editor at the News-Leader. Shoot me an email at abridges (at) news-leader.com with your address and I'll mail you a copy when I get back to the office (working at home this week with a deranged 6 yo while my daughter who I love very much is on spring break). I keep a small stash of recent papers for this exact scenario.

Smashing Pumpkins, 1994 at the University Plaza Convention Center. Not my first show, but one of the early ones.

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I was at that one. Beck's band took a break while he did a solo set with a bunch of pre-Mellow Gold stuff.

This guy Missouris

The LWV voter's guide (which we at the News-Leader print and help distribute) is only produced for November elections every two years, when federal and state offices are on the ballot. But the coalition of local orgs doing candidate interviews -- which just adopted a formal name, the Informed Voter Coalition -- is starting now to schedule interviews with all the Springfield school board candidates and council candidates in contested races. Those will air in late March on KSMU, and concurrently online on the N-L website and other partners' sites/social media.

Caffeine-deprived = not high enough, I guess? Bumbling editor thought he'd get up early to mess with the social media schedule and might have mixed up the publication order.

Nah, there's a story. There was just a little hiccup where the professionals were out of the office and the editor (me) accidentally socialed out the gallery 45 minutes before the story.

Oh yes. Step 1: Take the dispensary and Chipotle. Step 2: The world. But honestly, Step 1 would probably hold us over for awhile.

City Utilities gift certificate.

Yeah, we went based on recommendations from others who had better experiences. I don't recall the older woman being there the night we went. My impression was everything had been pre-made and refrigerated, then nuked before serving (even the bread had obviously just come from the microwave). That was shortly before it closed, so may have been on a downhill slide.

Cafe Roswitha, was in the space that now houses Farmers Gastropub. Had one of the worst meals of my life there. We sat and listened to the microwave going "ding ... ding" the whole time they were "preparing" our food.