By David Rose It was 1959, God was in his heaven, Ike was in the White House, and I was ensconced in front of the TV set. It was a simpler time. The television before me was black and white, and so was the world outside. Good and evil were clearly defined, and nowhere was the line between the two more evident than in Big Time Wrestling. My heroes were good guys like
By David Malcolm RoseDid you ever catch yourself rubbing that space between your brows or massaging your temples when trying to remember something? You do such things for one simple reason. Thinking is painful. Thinking makes your head hurt primarily because intense mental effort physically alters your brain’s chemistry. This causes muscles in your head and neck to tense up. The brain itself has no pain receptors, but the nerves,
By David Malcolm Rose When I moved to Arkansas, well over 50 years ago, my knowledge of the South was primarily derived from watching the Andy Griffith show. There were some differences between the show and reality, but for me, the transition was fairly easy. At that time, Southern culture was, even in urban areas, rural culture, and I was brought up country. Once clearing the language barrier, it was relatively smooth sailing. It delighted me
By David Malcolm Rose It winds from Chicago to LA, more than 2,000 miles all the way, and this year is the 100th birthday of Route 66. It’s often referred to as the Main Street of America, the Mother Road, and is, without a doubt, the most fabled highway in this country. From Steinbeck’s Okies to Bobby Troup’s song to the 1960s TV show, no road has captured the American imagination like 66. Dorothea Lange photographed
By David Malcolm Rose |The information I get from most of my body parts is reliable. If my feet tell me they’re cold, they are. When my nose tells me the carton of milk that has been sitting in the back of the refrigerator since before Christmas has turned, there is no need to ask my tongue for a second opinion. If my hand tells me the dish in the microwave is hot, you
Unitarian Universalist Church has a brand-new steeple perched atop the church, created by Gigi Gaulin, a Hot Springs artist. By David Malcolm RoseFor many years, the modest steeple of the Unitarian Universalist Church at 1701 Spring Street has gone without adornment. It has long been in need of a chalice and flame, the symbol of the U.U.s. The symbol was created in 1941 by Austrian artist and refugee Hans Deutsch
David Rose By David Malcolm Rose“Do you teach art?” It’s a common question I’ve been asked. “Teach art? Can’t be done,” is my standard reply. “But if there’s an artist within you, I might be able to help you look.” Here are a few things – things that I have learned over the years that may possibly help aspiring artists. Anything worth doing is worth doing badly. To produce good
By David Malcolm RoseI suspect that at one time, New Year’s Day aligned with the winter solstice, which made some sense. The solstice is a real thing and not just some date on a man-made calendar. And yet I wax cosmic with the dawn of each new year. Time may be a man-made construct, but New Year’s Day always seems to impact me like no other day does. I lie
By David Malcolm Rose Many years ago, I went up into the Ozark Mountains to have my fortune read. The seer sat in a chair facing me and scanned my aura by holding her hand up, palm outward, and moving it in a hypnotic circle in front of me. She punctuated nearly every statement by saying, “Don’t ya know.” It was not a question but an observation. She revealed that
By David Malcolm Rose Several years ago, my son came home from school with an observation. It was probably junior high because they had been studying WWII. At any rate, he informed me that Hitler had been a failed artist. “Just like you.” He said, and then quickly added. “All in all, I think you’ve handled it much better than he did.” So, even on days when there seems to be
By David Malcolm Rose As I sit here trying to write my monthly column, I’m being distracted by a fly buzzing around my monitor. Under normal circumstances, I’d put off writing for a few days or weeks and wait to see if this fly doesn’t die of natural causes. But I can’t do that. I’m on deadline and have no idea what the average life expectancy of a house fly, Musca
By David Malcolm RoseDo you remember that house your parents told you not to trick-or-treat at? Well, in my neighborhood, that’s my house. I’ve been here quite some time now and, although they put up some resistance at first, my neighbors are now nicely broken in. They no longer give me side-eyes when I leave my garbage can out by the curb for days after the garbage truck’s arrival becomes
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August brings a special kind of cheer to our quirky little town, as we celebrate two remarkable milestones: the City of Hot Springs’ 150th birthday and the 37th birthday of Gallery Walk. Together, they mark generations of creativity, community spirit, and the enduring belief that art belongs to everyone. For 37 years, our artists,
Can you find this mural? Text us a selfie with it in the month of August and receive a free drop-in! 501-651-0545. Hint: Donuts on Park Avenue. Photo by Missy Conry & Melissa Stevens By Missy Conry & Melissa StevensYoga is often described as the practice of finding balance—both on and off the
Registration is now open for the Eighth Annual Gudrun Mountain Bike Festival on Hot Springs’ acclaimed Northwoods Trails. The mountain bike extravaganza annually attracts hundreds of bikers of all abilities to Northwoods, which has been voted the No. 1 trail system in Arkansas six times. There are events geared for professionals, novice
When the sun dips below the Ouachita Mountains, Hot Springs reveals a vibrant and surprisingly diverse nightlife scene waiting to be explored. From cozy dive bars and bustling craft breweries to cocktail lounges and venues pulsing with live music, there’s an after-dark adventure suited for every mood. Whether you’re looking
