The cannabis industry has grown like a weed in Missouri since voters legalized medical marijuana in 2018. More Missourians will soon have a shot at the pot. The state Department of Health and Senior Services will begin accepting applications for new small cannabis businesses on Thursday. The "microbusinesses" were created to broaden participation in Missouri's legal cannabis industry by allowing small business owners from disadvantaged populations into the field.
The city's Preservation Board put the kibosh on a proposed apartment building development along Morgan Ford Avenue in the Tower Grove South neighborhood yesterday, denying the developer's request to demolish three buildings deemed historic. The developer behind the property is AHM Group, the group behind the MOFO building at Morgan Ford Road and Connecticut Street, a block away, as well as another apartment and retail project a few blocks south.
If you’re looking for booze, barbecue and a family-friendly good time, look no further than the Pig & Whiskey Festival, which will be taking over Maplewood outside of Schlafly Bottleworks from Friday, July 28, to Sunday, July 30. As the name implies, the free event will feature barbecue from local vendors — such as Navin’s BBQ, Sugarfire and Stellar Hog — and whiskey tastings. On Whiskey Row you can get new recipe ideas from local mixologists and see demos at the chefs’ stage.
St. Louis-based arts and culture writer Eileen G'Sell has been awarded the Rabkin Foundation Prize for Arts Journalism, which comes with a $50,000 cash prize. The annual award is given to eight arts journalists across the U.S. The prize is given by the Dorothea and Leo Rabkin Foundation.
On Friday, the St. Louis Circuit Attorney's Office dismissed murder charges against two teenagers who were accused of committing the October 2021 drive-by shooting that killed 19-year-old Isis Mahr. Mahr was in a car in the city's North Pointe neighborhood when, according to a police probable cause statement, Jalin Jefferson and Corey Hardy pulled up to the vehicle and opened fire.
The tragic heroine Anna Karenina observed that “every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Cindy Lou Johnson’s affecting The Years illustrates this assertion through the uniquely sad yet tender tale of two sisters, Andrea and Eloise. The intimate drama, directed with sensitivity by Joe Hanrahan, reveals the tragedies — large and small — that shape the women's lives.
We never would have predicted this a decade ago. At the end of the 2010s, Chris Stapleton was making a good buck as an ace Nashville songwriter while playing midday festival sets as rhythm guitarist and co-vocalist in the bluegrass band the SteelDrivers.
Foreigner, that venerable, hotblooded jukebox hero of yesteryear, played to thousands of screaming fans the other night at Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre, busting out hit after hit for classic-rock fans who have absorbed those songs into their mitochondria since they first heard them coming out of their ’70s-era console stereos. You know them all — “Hot Blooded,” “Urgent,” “Cold as Ice,” “Feels Like the First Time,” “Dirty White Boy,” “Double Vision,” “Head Games,” “Waiting for a Girl Like You,” etc. — with top-notch musical professionalism and dead-on fidelity to the originals, which is exactly what the old fans and their newly indoctrinated progeny came to see.
We're a resourceful bunch, St. Louis. We don't need real cheese to make a pizza, and apparently some of us don’t even need a sled, much less snow, to go sledding either.
A boat being driven by a 47-year-old California man believed to be intoxicated ran aground and launched into a home over the weekend in the Lark of the Ozarks, according to the Missouri Highway Patrol. The incident happened a few minutes before midnight Saturday in the Osage Arm. "The boat ran aground and struck a home, causing it to overturn, ejecting all eight passengers," the Missouri Highway Patrol said in a photo-heavy series of tweets.
The St. Louis-area chiropractor, radio host and vitamin guru who in April 2021 was the first person in the country to be sued by the federal government under the COVID-19 Consumer Protection Act suffered a series of setbacks in court last week. Nepute is accused of millions of violations (10,175,234 to be exact) of the law, which regulates how products can be advertised in relation to COVID-19.
When Anita Abdul-Karim moved from Los Angeles to St. Louis a month into the pandemic to take a leadership role as a registered dietitian, she couldn’t have imagined that a few years later she’d be stepping away from clinical work to open a cafe and bar. Yet, that’s exactly what happened.
If you're interested in spending your fall doing the kind of journalism that people actually want to read, think about applying for an internship at the Riverfront Times. We're looking for college students to join us as reporters and photographers. This isn't a busywork internship.
If you’re "feline" frisky this weekend, get your tail over to the St. Louis Area Cat Show. Running from Friday, July 28, through Sunday, July 30, at the Purina Farms Event Center (300 Checkerboard Loop; Gray Summit; 314-982-3232) this kitty party will have more than 100 pedigreed and household cats on display. Representing more than 60 breeds, these four-legged furballs will be competing to see who is the prettiest and who is the most talented.
Nowadays all good people know that Jason Aldean is a racist dipshit who should be kicked in the balls frequently and thoroughly, but one St. Louis-based musician was way ahead of the curve in that realization. In light of the considerable controversy surrounding the recent release of Aldean's “Try That In a Small Town," a middling piece of pop-country claptrap that's long on deafening dogwhistles and short on competent songcraft, our hometown hero recently took to social media to share a personal anecdote, under this heading: "About 14 years ago, I kicked Jason Aldean in the ballsack. For real."
Christopher Nolan bases his ambitious biopic of J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) on a Pulitzer Prize-winning account of his subject’s life, American Prometheus, and the physicist’s shaping hand in the creation of the atomic bomb undeniably qualifies as the modern equivalent of stealing fire from the gods. Although Oppenheimer is spared Prometheus' physical punishment for that hubristic act — his liver remains safe from endlessly recurring consumption by an eagle — the film devotes much of its three-hour running time to the non-corporeal forms of retribution he suffers: the U.S. government’s Cold War-era accusations of Communist Party membership and possible Soviet spying, and his own escalating concern over the world-annihilating capacity of the weaponry he helped birth.
We are living in difficult times. Girls’ self-harm and suicide rates are spiraling; women are more burned out than ever taking the second shift. Boys are slipping behind in school and struggling to graduate; men are more and more often the victims of deaths of despair.
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