James DeRigne

Kansas City doesn't have enough oddballs. Misfits and nonconformists who might shine in other cities are often shunned or mocked by many locals. It's less of a problem in today's era of instant global communication; it wasn't always that way. I first ran into James DeRigne in the Reagan era. I was delighted to discover the eccentric man and his odd little record shop. He died June 3.