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Grand Canyon Lodge and North Rim without power since Sunday
Grand Canyon Lodge and North Rim without power since Sunday

Yahoo

time4 days ago

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Grand Canyon Lodge and North Rim without power since Sunday

GRAND CANYON, Arizona () — The National Park Service (NPS) reported a power outage that has been affecting the North Rim and the Grand Canyon Lodge since Sunday, June 1. NPS identified the cause of the outage as an equipment failure involving a transformer near the Grand Canyon Lodge. Overnight reservations at the Lodge were cancelled beginning June 2 because of the outage. 'The National Park Service appreciates visitors' patience and understanding as we continue working closely with the concessioner to restore lodging and food services to full operations,' NPS said in a press release. Glen Canyon off-road and all-terrain vehicle access restored by Trump, Utah lawmakers Crews have been working around heavy rain and lightning storms since the outage began to restore power to concessioner facilities, including the General Store, fuel station, campground showers and laundry, the North Rim Campground, employee housing, and other administrative areas, NPS reported. Several facilities are 'open and accessible' during the outage, NPS said, including the NPS Campground and Backcountry Information Kiosk, Ranger Roost (info desk), Scenic Viewpoints, and the North Kaibab Trail. NPS also announced that evening programs will be located at the North Rim Campground until power is restored to the Grand Canyon Lodge and that the Grand Canyon Conservancy Store is expected to be open. Al Pastor Glazed Beef Flat Iron Steak Sandwich Mountain West Windows & Doors is transforming Utah homes USANA Kids Eat is feeding Utah's future First Community Bank teaches how to build credit the smart way Flood watch issued for portions of southeastern Utah Wednesday afternoon Copyright 2025 Nexstar Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

Gen X Nostalgic Restaurant Ground Round Makes Comeback
Gen X Nostalgic Restaurant Ground Round Makes Comeback

Entrepreneur

time05-05-2025

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  • Entrepreneur

Gen X Nostalgic Restaurant Ground Round Makes Comeback

Rising from the ashes (and peanut shells) of Chapter 11 bankruptcy, the iconic, 1980s kid-birthday spot, Ground Round, is back. Gen X-ers may remember many meals at this place, which featured cartoons projected on the walls, and bowls of peanuts on the table whose shells you were encouraged to toss on the floor. (The peanuts were replaced with popcorn.) Kids loved the ice cream sundaes served in mini plastic baseball helmets, and parents loved their "Pay What You Weigh" promotion, where kids were only charged a penny per pound. Related: How This NYC Restaurant Went From General Store to Michelin Alas, like everything wonderfully bonkers from our childhood, Ground Round hit the skids. At its height, it boasted over 200 locations. In 2004, it filed for bankruptcy, and in recent years, it has been down to just four locations — three in North Dakota and one in Ohio. But The Street reports that Ground Round's operations are not grinding to a halt. Entrepreneurs Joseph and Nachi Shea bought the rights to the chain's name and IP, and have opened a new location in their hometown of Shrewsbury, Massachusetts. And even the scale is back (Tuesdays only, and it's optional to actually use it, of course). Per the chain's website, "the reimagined and reinvented Ground Round" is "a place where you can relive fond childhood memories while savoring a thoughtfully prepared, high-quality meal. It's not just a comeback; it's a revival." Sadly, there is no mention of baseball helmet sundaes on the menu, but here's hoping they take a swing at it. Related: This NYC Man Is Revitalizing the Famous Bar From 'Goodfellas'

The Alienated, Irresistible Man in a Novel Stripped to the Bones
The Alienated, Irresistible Man in a Novel Stripped to the Bones

New York Times

time02-04-2025

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  • New York Times

The Alienated, Irresistible Man in a Novel Stripped to the Bones

In his indispensable book of political reportage, 'Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72,' Hunter S. Thompson wrote that the only objective journalism he'd seen was on 'a closed-circuit TV setup that watched shoplifters in the General Store at Woody Creek, Colo.' Thompson's comment came back to me while reading 'Flesh,' the new novel from the uncommonly gifted Hungarian-English novelist David Szalay. To read this cool, remote book — among its primary subjects is male alienation — is to feel you are eyeballing the action on a bank of surveillance cameras. There will be no conspiratorial glances at those cameras, no metafictional winks. 'Flesh' is the sound a writer makes when he has lined up and shot his darlings as if they were the Romanovs. In terms of his style, a better title would be 'Bones.' The novel works because Szalay's simplicity is, like Hemingway's, the fatty sort that resonates. This book is the rags-to-riches story of a diffident and lonely young man, Istvan, who grows up with his mother in a housing estate in Hungary. A lot happens to Istvan: As a virginal teen he will commence a clandestine affair with a much older woman; he will be held accountable for her husband's death; he will serve time in juvenile detention and alongside Norwegian soldiers in Iraq. He will learn that he can handle himself in rough situations. He is invited into security work and becomes a chauffeur in London for a family of one-percenters. He insinuates his way into this family without quite meaning to; he's a proletarian penetrating the conquering classes. Before long he's wearing Tom Ford suits, flying on helicopters and private jets, dining at the River Café and schtupping the callow wife. Istvan advances toward the redoubts of privilege, yet he remains coarse, inarticulate and boorish. Dark impulses lurk in him; he seems like a bystander to his own experience; he has the detachment of a survivor. He comes off like one of those guys who hits the 'door close' button six times in every elevator he enters. Yet Szalay lets us feel his inchoate longing for meaning, for experience, for belonging. He is more easily wounded than he lets on. You sense in him the muffled sadness of Eastern Europe. Time moves with an uncanny fluidity in 'Flesh.' Szalay slides the action forward, sometimes years at a time, in a manner that is seamless but unremarked upon in the text. The novel's tone can be reminiscent, if bleakly so, of Frank O'Hara's 'I do this, I do that' poems. Here is Istvan upon getting home from work: Szalay (pronounced SOL-loy), who was born in 1974, is hard to pin down as a writer. His five previous novels share little in common except a certain melancholy and an interest in masculinity under duress. He is best known for 'All That Man Is,' which was a finalist for the Booker Prize in 2016. The one that has most stuck with me is 'Turbulence' (2019), a series of linked stories that tweeze us into the lives of air travelers. Istvan is not described, physically, in 'Flesh,' yet this novel is driven by his irresistibility to women. So many cannot wait to confer their bodies upon him. He appears to be what Lorrie Moore once called a 'dunk': 'half dork, half hunk.' When he's a teenager, he gratefully accepts sexual favors from the older woman while staring down into her gray roots. (Mrs. Robinson alert: She is all of 42.) Later, he sleeps not only with Helen, the married woman he is hired to drive around, but the family's young nanny. The plot gains momentum in its second half when the family's son turns against Istvan, who along with Helen has been siphoning off his enormous inheritance. Here is Helen, reporting on her son's comment about Istvan: 'He said you exemplify a primitive form of masculinity. He said he was surprised that I ever found that attractive.' There is no one to root for, morally, in 'Flesh.' You wonder if perhaps the plot will come down, to borrow the title of an Anthony Powell novel, to a question of upbringing. But extremes meet here: Rich and poor seem equally empty and meretricious. We are living in a world that lacks moral champions, and Szalay's book makes you feel their absence like a physical ache. I admired this book from front to back without ever quite liking it, without ever quite giving in to it. Sometimes those are the ones you itch to read again. Sometimes once is more than enough.

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