Zane Woods is going to change the world.

That change may not come today, it may not come tomorrow and it may not even come during Woods’ own lifetime, but he will, without a doubt, change the world.

On a dark Thursday night that promised rain, MaryDoris Casey was creeping around some dumpsters behind a row of fast food restaurants and wading through overgrown lots filled with the detritus of empty soda cups and food bags.

U.S. Army Staff Sergeant Rusty Dunagan was seven weeks into his second tour of combat when a bomb took almost everything but his life.

The Vintage Doll, Mimi LaRue, is adorable in a 1950s-style pink and white dress, white stellar heels and flesh-toned hose with that iconic black seam down the back. Her lips are as red as cherries and her eyes flutter with that cat-like swoop of liquid black eyeliner. But it’s her hair that ties the whole look together.

The girls look like little pixie fairies–just so tiny and young and full of the energy that butterflies and hummingbirds seem to have. It’s hard to visualize these two teenage girls–one 18 and the other 13–as the new powerhouses in punk/pop music.

KW of Edmond is more likely to survive the end of the world than 90% of the population. At the very least, she can outlast a week-long blizzard or ice storm better than most Oklahomans. It’s all about being prepared.

“What do you see when you look in here?” asks chef Ken Burkemper as he stares into a large metal freezer full of water so clear it could have come straight from a spring. The obvious answer is “clear water,” but Burkemper laughs. “That’s what everyone says. I like to joke with them. I tell them I’ll give them $100 if they can touch the bottom.”