This week's column involves street prostitution. Researching the subject, I came across newspaper accounts of daredevil Evel Knievel's 1986 citation for soliciting sex while in Kansas City. Knievel was driving his tour bus along Main Street when he pulled over at 34th Terrace. Police said Knievel negotiated a $60 date with a woman who happened to be an undercover officer. Knievel later told reporters that he wasn't looking for sex but a hotel. He said he thought that he recognized the women who
Danial Rinehart's
daughters -- the ones he didn't impregnate -- told their story in this
morning's Kansas City Star. It's a sad, sick story of moving from town
to town to keep their father's dirty secret -- police accuse Danial
Rinehart of knocking up one of his daughters four times. Only one of
the children -- a 3-year-old boy who is in the custody of the state --
survived. Rinehart allegedly hid the bodies of two children in coolers.
The girls talked because they wanted to send their sister --
Anastasia Hope's words are iced with sugary defiance. Smiling sweetly behind a desk heaped with used paperbacks and hard-cover books, she doesn't need any provocation to emphasize that she isn't in the business of irony. Within moments of walking into her cozy shop on my journey down 63rd Street, she hits me with a preemptive strike.
"Everybody thinks people in Raytown don't read, that Raytown is full of rednecks," she says.
Reality is quite the opposite. Anastasia's Books is surviving --
