How a mother of two ended up in a plot to smuggle high-tech gear to the enemy.
In life and death, tattoo artist Kauri Tiyme made her mark.
Amy Neustein never could resist going public with her family dramas.
A visit with the hurricane victims that a country forgot.
The music biz may be circling the drain, but at least one sector of it is thriving: tribute bands. Unless nostalgia becomes outlawed, these ersatz units will always have job security. Ergo, Huntington Beach's Wild Child, a spot-on homage to the Doors, with the obligatory Jim Morrison dead ringer. Nearly four decades after their demise, the Doors continue to polarize: Some pundits say they were self-important charlatans with absurd literary pretensions; others claim they were the musical apotheosis of the Dionysian principle. But most folks just want to get wasted and laid to their alternately hooky and serpentine psych-blues jams. Wild Child, studies show, will light your fire.
Sat., June 7, 8 p.m., 2008