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Jay KernerPublisher/Accidental Tourist

A lot of our readers know about our friendship with blues legend Charles “Bugsy” Maugh. We spent a lot of time together over a couple of years, working on a book about his amazing life. I was so honored to be the one to share his stories of life on the road playing with some of the biggest names in music history.

No doubt, the most recognizable credit on his resume’ is the time he spent as bass player for the Paul Butterfield Blues Band.

If you’re under say 40 or so and know their work, pardon the gram-mar, but kiss your mama and daddy cuz they raised you up good.

If you aren’t familiar with their music but the name sounds familiar, that’s probably because it’s been in the news a lot lately.

On Saturday, April 18th, the PBBB was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. In a class with Joan Jett, Green Day, Bill Withers, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Lou Reed, Ringo Starr and the 5 Royales. Talk about a diverse cross section of the genre.

We were so excited when the announcement first came down last winter. We’d been optimistic since they barely missed last year. A nation-al music magazine (you know who) labeled them a favorite for this year’s class, accompanied by a picture of the band from their heyday. A picture, by the way, including St. Joe boy, Bugsy Maugh.

I marked my calendar for the day tickets to the event went on sale.On the prescribed day I had my finger poised over the “order tickets

now” button as their online digital clock turned over from 8:59 to 9am Eastern time. I pressed it immediately and was greeted by the news that the event that went on sale a micro-second before was completely sold out.

Crap! Bugsy was going in to the Rock Hall of Fame and I needed to see it.

I decided to see if anything was available through the secondary ticket market.

There were some on there already. At a price at least twice the face value of an already expensive ticket. I found a single ducat in the next to the last row, at the top of the very back of the arena. I cringed at the price but when you’re faced with once in a lifetime opportunities you cash in your pop bottles and pull the trigger.

Then the induction committee pulled the rug out from under us.

Turns out they were only inducting the original 5 members.

Bugsy was the replacement after the original bass player dropped out. So even though our guy was there for their two best-selling albums, even though he wrote and sang lead on some of their signature songs, the committee in their wisdom decided to instead include the guy that left. The one who chose not to be involved in the ceremony.

We were pissed!In our earlier years we might have attempted

some grand stupid gesture, heavy on pyrotechnics and fueled by revenge.

These days we started a change.org petition.

Thanks to the hundreds that logged on and supported it.Bugsy, for his part, kept his mouth shut. But I know how hurt he was

at the snub. And if he wasn’t going, I wasn’t either. We shared the same thoughts

for the committee but decorum prevents us from expressing them in this forum. Let’s just say the same wishes were extended to the horses they rode in on and leave it at that.

From that point, my mission was to make sure Bugsy got whatever spillover recognition he could out of the situation.

When we first started working on the book project, we were surprised there wasn’t more info about him on the internet.

We found references to him on other artist’s sites. We found diskog-raphies listing all his work. We found his name on Wikipedia, but no page of his own.

Because any Joe-Blow can contribute to it, the online encyclopedia has a well-deserved reputation for inaccuracies. But apparently they’re trying to clean up their act. Just try to get something on there now!

I wrote up an entry in their format and submitted it. It was rejected in hours for no sources listed.

I listed myself and the book I wrote about him as the source and resubmitted. No dice.

I went to their help line and was told I needed more reputable sources like newspaper articles.

I questioned the logic of accepting a source that spent ten minutes interviewing him long ago, while turning down someone who has spent years on the subject. I added a couple and resubmitted. Nope.

I finally decided to bombard them with every damn thing I could find. I copied and pasted a big list together of all kinds of references and submitted yet again.

As I write this piece it still hasn’t been accepted or rejected, however, some of the references now show up when you search his name. And if you do, look at the top of the page for a button that says “Everything.” If you push it, you can read the draft we sent them. It may finally be ac-cepted, but at least it’s findable with a little work.

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BUGSY GOES TO CLEVELAND (and we tag along!)

We’ve been putting out the Northlands issue of The Regular Joe for about a year and a half now. It’s been exciting to travel parts of the area we hadn’t seen for a while.

It’s also been interesting to see how the experience parallels the start-up for our original St. Joe version, which we’ve been inflicting on an unsuspecting public for almost 8 years now.

First you have to build some readership and based on the pickup rate, we know a fair number of folks are seeing us. Now hopefully, we’ll attract some more cool local voices like we did in St. Joe. We’re looking for 700 words or so on anything, but ideally things that are northland specific. Places you love. Places you remember.

We love to turn people on to things. Our favorite locally owned restaurants. A favorite book or a movie others may have missed. Not so much a review of Spiderman 12 or what-ever’s playing at the Metroplex. More underap-preciated classics or guilty pleasures.

But we really will consider anything you submit. Pictures too!

We’re also ready to add a few advertising partners. You’ll notice we’re not overrun with ads. That’s by design.

We start with a handful of ads from busi-nesses we already know to get started. Then as you get established, people start to call you to check your rates.

We’re a goofy business. We say no as often as we say yes. We don’t take money from business we don’t support. Or from businesses we know don’t have any money.

Most of the businesses that work with us, do so to support what we do. Advertising is what we have to offer but we realize some of our folks treat us like sponsoring a Little League team. We’re ok with that.

Got a business that you need to pimp to somewhere around 20,000 folks across the northland? Consider The Regular Joe. If you have money, we might agree to take some. If you have cheeseburgers or adult beverages we might barter a little.

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Being born with Cerebral Palsy has filled my life with less than common challenges, posed to me every day I wake up. Will I fall today? How long before my legs, start hurting? Can I get my coffee to the couch without spilling half of it on the floor? Anyone that knows me knows that these things are all legitimate concerns to be addressed in my life.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that my life is harder than anyone else on Earth, such a statement would be the height of vanity and self-importance. Millions have it worse than me every second of every day. My problems, in the Grand Scheme of Things are but a speck of crap on life’s windshield. Therefore, as I write this, a wave of confused excitement comes over me: On April 30th Dr. Shannon Engel at Mo-saic will be excising my troublesome little toe. That’s right, my pinkie toe is getting lobbed off, never to give me pain again. Unless of course I get Phantom Limb Syndrome, feeling the pain though its gone, then the bugger will never leave

me alone.This isn’t a big deal. Just another surgery

in my collection that began at aged four. Mul-tiple heel cord lengthening, neck surgeries, bone reductions, knee surgery, hamstring work, pain-ful therapy and rehab, leg braces of all types, etc. I’ve been under the knife more than butter. This surgery, that my surgeon assures me will last all of three minutes, gives me pause. What will it be like having only nine toes? Will I walk differently? Will my balance be even more al-lusive? Will my shoes fit weird? Is this just the beginning of missing parts? Will I ever be able to count to twenty again?

All of this doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll still be the contrary, sometimes difficult curmudgeon that I’ve been for what seems to be the entirety of my 40 years. It won’t change who I am for better or worse and after what I saw Friday, it means even less. I picked up a friend at United Cerebral Palsy in St. Joseph, whose motto is “Life Without Limits for People with Disabili-ties,” my worries meant nothing. I am lucky to have control (mostly) of my body, to be able to move under my own power and to articulate the

thoughts in my head.The “consumers” as they are called come in

all ages, races and genders. Some cannot speak for themselves, cannot walk, live in constant pain or spend an existence unaware of the chal-lenges around them. Nevertheless, in spite of hardship, all I see on their faces is happiness, true joy and purity. They don’t see themselves as disabled for the most part; they live in their world, their reality, some free of the worries of everyday life. They don’t concern themselves with bills, a job they loathe, relationships gone sour or what people think of them. They just want to be with their friends, do crafts, sing songs and smile, to just be.

As I sat in the parking lot rubbing my legs and lamenting my soon to be fallen brother, the toe, I felt both peaceful and ashamed. Why do I complain so much when I have so much? Why do I whine about limitations when I have so few? It’s all ridiculous; it’s just Cerebral Palsy, it’s just a stupid toe. They can take it and all I will do is smile.

Farewell to a Toe - 1975-2015

I knew this was kind of a big deal, because with the induction ceremony coming up, there was at least a chance that Bugsy’s name and image would be involved in the production. We couldn’t see how any retrospective of the band could leave him out completely. And with the HBO special coming out on the event, we knew out of the millions who would see it, would be hundreds if not thousands of people looking up his name, right after.

That’s what I was working on when I got the call from Bugsy’s brother Gary. Everybody should have a brother like Gary.

He told me that he’d been in contact with Butterfield keyboardist, Mark Naftalin, and that the guys wanted Bugsy there. They were sending VIP tickets and insisted he come.

Gary and others in the family made all the arrangements on short notice, and convinced Bugsy to go in support of his guys.

But Bugsy’s not well. I know. I know. You’ve heard that before.The man’s been at death’s door so long, he’s worn a hole in the wel-

come mat. But he knows his time is short, and those close to him can see he’s winding down. He’s on oxygen full time now, and can’t walk very far without stopping to rest. I went to see him and make sure he was up for the trip.

He didn’t look good but insisted he could make it. Talked about the trip as a final hurrah.

Well if he was going, so was I. I still had my ticket.Last minute arrangements are the worst.The flights he was on were full and so was the hotel he was staying at.I booked a flight leaving an hour after his, so I could get him and his

wife on the plane with the wheelchair and the oxygen first. But while they had a short layover in Nashville, I was going through Charlotte with a much longer wait. I wouldn’t get to Cleveland till late Friday night, but no big deal. Bugsy’s family would be there to get him where he needed to go.

I booked the closest available hotel room, over a mile away from the event. It wasn’t a chain but I couldn’t afford to be picky.

Then we got the next curveball.The induction ceremony was at the Public Auditorium Sat-

urday night. But now we hear that there’s a VIP party Friday night at the Rock Hall of Fame, and there’s a pass for me if I can get there.

Holy Crap!This would be the time where I normally would share the

experience of making last minute changes to air travel. But I think I won’t. However, if you run in to me in the next few weeks and notice me walking funny, you’ll know why.

But now my new flight has me leaving before Bugsy, with no way to help them get situated.

I called my buddies at Joe Cab and solved the problem. (Kind of their deal.)

They picked up the Maughs and the traveling wheelchair we borrowed, (thanks, K.B!) and delivered them to KCI. Gary and his wife, along with her sister and husband, met them there and got everybody onboard.

Meanwhile, I’m landing in Cleveland, heading for my fabulous hotel. I would share the name so you could avoid it, but I can’t imagine the health department will allow it to stay

open much longer anyway.My cab driver, a recent immigrant from a war-torn African country,

warned me about it before he let me out. Probably not a good sign.I went through the doors and was met with the smell. The best de-

scriptor I can come up with, is to close your eyes and imagine dirty gym socks in an overflowing ashtray.

The room was just plain nasty. The coating of dirt, smoke and who knows what else on the windows turned day into night.

But my favorite thing about room 720 was the football sized blood-stain in the carpet.

I decided I didn’t want to contribute any new ones of my own, and spent no more time there than I had to.

Bugsy’s accommodations on the other hand were all La-Di-Da! I met his party at check-in and helped them to their rooms. He was wiped out from the trip and wanted to rest up for the party. We left him covered in a plush hotel robe and went on ahead.

The Rock Hall for those who haven’t been there is a work of art. Sort of a modified glass pyramid overlooking Lake Erie. And this is their big night of the year.

We’re talking red carpet, spotlights, the whole deal.And fans, everywhere outside. Wearing the concert t’s. Holding signs

and album covers. Packed on both sides of the red carpet as we made our way in. Blinded by flashbulbs, I now knew why so many celebrities wear sunglasses at night.

We walked in and those magic passes got us every kind of Rock Star treatment. Open bars stocked with exotic choices. Food tables in every direction, with famous chefs all trying to outdo each other.

And beautiful people everywhere, dressed to the nines.I, myself, wore my ugliest sport coat which turned out to be a perfect

rock and roll move. I spent the evening posing for selfies with people I couldn’t place, but who sure looked familiar. It wasn’t me, it was the jacket. I could have had it there on a hanger, and it would have garnered the same attention.

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The only one I could identify for sure was “Little Ste-ven” Van Zant from Bruce Springsteen’s E-Street Band and the Sopranos series. There was talk of a swap for his do-rag but we never closed the deal.We ate and drank and schmoozed till Bugsy and his wife showed up. We hooked up with original Butter-field members Elvin Bishop and Mark Naftalin in front of the band’s new exhibit in the hall. The love these guys still have for Bugsy was obvious and so good to see. The committee may have snubbed him, but these guys sure didn’t. They went way out of their way to make him feel part of the event, and they all spent the next hour or so smiling and posing for pictures. Not their first rodeo. Other celebs came to pay homage. I was on a beer run when Alice Cooper stopped by. I missed him completely but the rest of the group got pics with him.Bugsy was wearing out, so the family got him out of there and back to the hotel, but I wasn’t in any hurry to get back to mine. So I did my best to put the hurt on the bar and the buffet.I woke up late the next morning feeling exactly as my behavior would suggest.Checked in with Bugsy, but he was still wiped out. He was going to rest up for the big event, but the rest of us went back to the hall to see what we missed from the night before.

The red carpet was gone, but the place was still packed with fans, hoping to get a pic with their heroes.We met a few, but realized after a bit, that the ones there were mostly people like Bugsy. Part of the bands at some point, but not in the ceremony. But the hard-core fans still knew them and most of them seemed happy with the attention.I took my aching head back to my luxurious accommodations to take a nap and get ready for the evening.I got to the auditorium and found it ringed by fans. The fact that there were no tickets to be had didn’t seem to discourage them. They were happy to catch a glimpse as the limousines dropped off the famous.I talked my way in early to scout a place for Bugsy’s wheelchair and an outlet for his oxygen machine. They ushered me in as Joan Jett was rehearsing her opening number with Miley Cyrus. It sounded god-awful till they turned down Miley’s mic. Technology can do amazing things in the studio, but sorry, live, the kid can’t carry a tune.It was about that time that Gary called and said Bugsy wasn’t com-ing. I can’t say I was surprised.Friday wore him out and I was already concerned about the ramps and stairs involved in getting him to his seat, not to mention the crowds.As much as I hate to say it, he made the right call.CONTINUED ON PG. 10

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So I had the privilege of sitting in his seat instead of mine in nosebleed city. It wasn’t till the flight home that I realized I still had that unused ticket in my pocket. A ticket that would have gotten me a thousand bucks outside the arena before the show. Didn’t think of it. Damn it!The place was magic.The lights, the linen covered tables with champagne everywhere. It was incredible.Then the show started. I could spend a paragraph or two on the insipid opening comments by the twerking twerp, Miley Cyrus, but you’ll see them for yourself on the HBO special. I’ll let her stupidity speak for itself.Joan Jett deserved better.But then it was time for Butterfield.I had prepared our section of the crowd. Mark Naftalin had promised a shout-out from the stage, and I’d asked all those sitting around us to holler when he did. Silly me.When it came, it was far more than we expected. Nafty poured on the praise for Bugsy, and when he asked the crowd to give him a round of ap-plause, boy did they! It thundered!That’s when the emotion hit me like a slap in the face and the tears started. No way to stop them. As the stage was re-set for Stevie Ray Vaughn I went to the restroom to mop up.The rest of the evening went by in a blur. There were a number of high-lights but you’ll see them on the TV special when it comes out.When the event finally ended, the crowd worked their way out. I made my way to a ramp, but was met by a large group coming back up. Someone said this was reserved for people going to the VIP afterparty.What? Hadn’t heard about that. I fished my lanyard out of my pocket and made my way in like I was sup-posed to be there.It was everything the night before was and more.I found Mark Naftalin and thanked him profusely for all he did for Bugsy. He warned me that HBO was turning a 5+ hour event into a 3 hour TV special and the Bugsy stuff could end up on the cutting room floor. Ei-ther way, we appreciated the effort and made sure he knew it. He and his lovely wife couldn’t have been nicer or more gracious.I got out of there at 3am with the party still raging. I hit the nasty sheets at 4 with a wake-up call for 5.I was on a flight at 7am and back in KC by 11. Picked up Bugsy and Carolyn when they got in at 3 and got all of us safely back to the Joe.We’d been gone barely over 2 days but it seemed like a week. I was wrecked so I knew Bugsy had to be barely hanging on.I slept like the dead, and woke up ready to get this story down while it was all fresh.I was also gratified to learn that somebody had already put the Butterfield induction speeches on Youtube, including the wonderful Bugsy comments which come about 3 minutes in. I shared it to my facebook page and lots of his friends and family have already seen it there.We’re working on a watch party for the premier on May 30th. It will be shown several times over the next few months, but we’d love to watch it the first time together with a big group of his family and friends.In the end, our friend Bugsy Maugh didn’t get everything he deserved from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but he got way more than we ex-pected.He got one more go round in the spotlight with the guys he had a part in

putting there. He knows his contributions to their achievements and we’re proud to see that they do, too.We hope Bugsy sticks around for a long time, and proves all the doctors wrong yet again. But whenever his time comes, he can go with the knowl-edge that he was a part of history, and his life’s work will live on, long after he’s gone.I am so, so grateful to everyone who helped make this trip possible for him, and humbled beyond words to have been there to see it.

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ELVIN BISHOP, MARK NAFTALIN, seated BUGSY MAUGH

Book clubs are more than just sharing ideas on interesting authors and their works – they help promote community, stimulate the intellect, serve as a conduit for meeting new people, and they establish a positive and refreshing break in the normal routine. Dan Danford, founder and CEO of Family Investment Center, is hosting one book club event per month in St. Joseph and North Kansas City beginning in May. The theme will follow Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg’s book club, “A Year of Books.” “Books have been and continue to be a big part of my life,” said Danford. “My involvement in book clubs in the past was the inspira-tion for creating one of my own.”The club will have its first meeting in St. Joseph at 7 p.m. on Thurs-day, May 28 at the East Hills Library in the Conference Room. The Kansas City club members will meet at 7 p.m. on May 14 at Barnes and Noble at Zona Rosa. Danford’s book club is called “You, Me and Zuck: A Communi-ty Book Club Based on Mark Zuckerberg’s Year of Books.” Zuck-erberg established a lofty goal for 2015 – read a new book every other week with the emphasis on “learning about different cultures, beliefs, histories and technologies,” says Danford.

“We are looking forward to inspiring discussions and questions from the clubs, believing that everyone has something to share,” says Danford. “As a business, we believe it’s part of our responsi-bility to interact with the community and help foster new ideas and inspiration. That’s what we do here at our company every day, and it’s natural to want to share that.” The first book the club will read is The End of Power by Moisés

Naím. The book discusses the shift in power from West to East and North to South, and from traditional power platforms like presiden-tial houses and palaces to public squares.· Guests should bring their own copy of the book to the meeting; all are available on Amazon.com.Kansas City Meeting Dates: (7 p.m., Barnes and Noble, Zona Rosa)May 14June 11July 9August 13September 10October 8St. Joseph Meeting Dates: (7 p.m., St. Joseph Public Library, East Hills Branch)May 28 June 25 July 23 August 27 September 24 October 22

About Dan Danford and Family Investment Center Dan Danford serves as Founder/CEO of Family Investment Cen-ter, a full-service, commission-free investment advisory firm. Based in St. Joseph, Mo., Family Investment Center also serves clients in the Kansas City Northland area and across the country.

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Each year, the people of Saint Joseph can always count on a wide variety of live music at Coleman Hawkins Park. From weekend long festi-vals to the Friday night Sounds of Summer concert series, to Imagine 11’s Sunday night shows, there’s something for music lovers of every age.

With a fresh coat of paint on the gazebo and a full schedule of events that are booked through the end of September, downtown businesses are ready for the influx of people that will be attending the dozens of shows that feature scores of bands.

Kicking off the outdoor concert season in the park is Discover Down-town, a two day event that takes place on May 1st and 2nd. While live music is not the only focus of the event, Discover Downtown offers 17 bands between Friday and Saturday, not including all of the live music that will be taking place in the businesses during First Saturdays.

The outdoor music is set to happen in two locations; Paradox The-atre’s parking lot on 107 South 6th and the gazebo at Coleman Hawkins Park.

Friday the live music begins at 3pm, featuring Money For Nothin’, Ben Johnson’s Elvis Experience, Caleb Myers, Seth Mason, Ryan Lombard, and Missouri Homegrown.

On Saturday, the music begins at the Paradox lot at 11:45am, beginning with Kristin Hamilton, Stephanie Gummelt, Center State, open mic poetry/spoken word, Drew Ames and Friends, Public Disturbance, and A Greater Tomorrow.

The park will begin their music at 3:30pm on Saturday, immediately following St. Joseph’s Passport and Ethnic Food Festi-val. Foxlin will take the stage first, followed by Scruffy and the Janitors. Dreamgirl wraps up the music at the gazebo, with a set begin-ning at 5:30.

Elsewhere downtown, businesses will be hosting live music as part of First Saturdays. Clarity Yoga will be featuring Black the Buf-falo at 1pm at 124 N. 8th Street. Around the corner at 718 Francis, The Lucky Tiger has booked Brent Isom at 2:00, Ryan Lombard at 3:00, and The Coterie at 4:00. Foster’s Mar-tini Bar on 8th and Felix is having an open jam, hosted by Torrin Myers.

Discover Downtown has also organized vendors to be in vacant storefronts along Fe-lix Street all day Friday and Saturday, begin-ning at 10:00 am each day. Merchants selling wares ranging from homemade soaps and essential oils to vintage clothing, jewelry, and art will be helping add to the array of activity over the weekend. The newly formed Griffey School For the Arts will be setting up at 617 Felix, boasting an art gallery on Friday and

Saturday, and an array of art classes and demonstrations all day on Satur-day.

Immediately following the Apple Blossom Parade, Coleman Hawkins Park will feature a kids are, complete with face painters, balloon animals, vendors, food trucks, and an assortment of lawn games.

For more than fifteen years, the Saint Joseph Downtown Association has organized the annual “Sounds of Summer” concert series, held on Friday nights all summer long. May 29th is the first show for the organi-zation of 2015, and will feature local favorite “Friends and Family,” who begin playing at 6:00 pm.

Later that weekend, Imagine 11 will start their third year of Sunday night shows, with a musical lineup to be announced.

As Spring turns in to summer, be sure to make your way downtown as live music and festivals fill the park nearly every weekend!

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Forks ‘n’ Tunes Series – This summer, Mo-saic Life Care invites you to join them for Friday nights of fun and relaxing music, food and friends. Let go of life’s worries during the final Friday every month from May to August. Each evening features a unique band, excellent food and beverages, and activities to get you grooving to the music.

May 29th – The Bryan Alford Band. Kicking off the first night of the series, The Bryan Alford Band is a group that produces bright and happy melodic rhythms guaranteed to take your mind to that far away island paradise where life is relaxing and carefree. Their performance styles range from soca and calypso to R&B and Jazz. From the first note to the last, the Bryan Alford

Band will take you on an island excursion unlike any other and will leave you dancing and yearn-ing for your next island getaway.

WHO: Adults 18+

WHEN: Friday, May 29 at 6 p.m. (Music starts at 7 p.m.)

WHERE: Mosaic Life Care at Shoal Creek, Courtyard

8870 NE 82nd TerraceKansas City, MO 64158

Forks ‘n’ Tunes events are free and open to all adults. For more information and to register, visit myMosaicLifeCare.org/event. Upcoming

dates: June 26th, July 24th, and August 28th

About Mosaic Life CareMosaic Life Care is a physician-led life care

company that is introducing a new kind of health care. We are connected to the hearts, minds and spirits of our consumers and want to help you become the healthiest version of yourself. We do not just treat diseases and conditions, we improve lives. We’ve redefined health care into life care … it is health improvement and life improvement. Mosaic Life Care is a recipient of the 2009 Malcolm Baldrige National Quality Award and a member of the Mayo Clinic Care Network.

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