Moore Please

It may be too hot outside for normal people, but I don't mind walking around slathered in sweat. Some of the most memorable moments of my recent weeks have occurred on the largely abandoned lawn and in the sculpture gardens of The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Except for the oddballs constantly shadowboxing on the museum's south steps, I've had my run of the place. The pleasures to be had extend far beyond Henry Moore and shuttlecocks.