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I have to admit I went to Steve Solomon’s one-man touring show “My Mother’s Italian, My Father’s Jewish & I’m in Therapy,” now at The Smith Center, expecting the worst. I mean, that title sounds like the start of every bad joke left over from the Borscht Belt.
The Smith Center’s 17-story bell tower stands tall, signaling its downtown location – and serving as inspiration for the performing arts center’s logo. It’s even a recurring design element at the center itself, turning up on everything from gleaming door handles to ushers’ uniforms.
He moved from Colorado, where the winters are cold and white, so he wouldn’t have to shovel snow. Yet, what does Kurt Herbolsheimer do almost every day? Shovel snow. Even on a 103 degree June afternoon in the desert.
Visitors to Jean-Marie Auboine’s business are greeted by the overpowering fragrance of chocolate and perfectly preserved chocolate statues. A dragon, eagle, monkey and goblin occupy a desk that would usually belong to a receptionist.