For those who don't know, Mr. Stevens is Kansas City's last remaining high-profile man-about-town. He's an elite local author with credits at a vast array of national magazines and several TV show guest appearances under his belt.
A couple of years ago there was an online beef that name checked him but nothing ever materialized other than vague chatter from trolls.
Now. We're EXCEPTIONALLY HAPPY to see Mr. Stevens back and working at one of the first publications that sparked his exceptional career as a scribe.
Sorry to be such a Hampton-Stevens-Stan but the guy is one of the very few dudes in Kansas City who writes with precise emotional intensity but doesn't overtly politicize most of his work.
In his latest missive, he offers a glimpse at his COVID journey and his words are entirely worthy of an extensive Sunday read . . . Check-it . . .
The ultimate villain is silence. Yes, of course, you want to avoid the virus. But the real enemy, the intimate foe, is a brutal, unrelenting silence. It is a silence born of solitude, a loneliness so vast and deep that no text, phone call, music, movie or TV show can do more than momentarily distract you from the cavernous dark.