"They got on a 12-point run and turned this game around,” might be a phrase you have heard during the ongoing NCAA basketball tournament games. You’ve also probably heard something like, “They’re on a 13-2 run.” Even a casual basketball fan knows the first phrase means one team has scored 12 straight points while the other team has gone scoreless. The second phrase means one team has scored 13 points while the other team has scored two.
A major debate, in all corners of our country, is how to “fix” education, with people proposing ideas on what the public education system needs and how resources should be spent.
During an early morning walk in a city park today I saw a man and his chocolate Lab strolling my way. The dog suddenly sprinted from the man’s side and from the paved walkway, dashed across an open grassy area and sprinted toward a large tree. About the time the Lab reached the tree, the man and I met.
Spring may still be a month away, but, just like the tourists, we take advantage of every sunny day sandwiched between cloudy, rainy days. One sunny February day, I took my children and their bikes to the Gatlinburg Trail.Publication
A little more than a year ago, I went to a Society for Professional Journalists seminar on open records laws. The first insight on the federal Freedom of Information Act was, “It’s broken.”
Best I remember, I’ve seen the Academy Awards or Oscars TV program one time. That was when I was in college and went by my fraternity house, where some members and their dates were heavily involved in discussing who or what should win each award. However, some follow-up news about the 2014 ceremony caught my attention this week. I’m referring in particular to the acceptance speech by Best Actor winner Matthew McConaughey.
The sunshine landing on the table while we have breakfast seems strange after two weeks of cloudy skies which brought rain and snow. Do we know you, sunshine? Summer seems so long ago and spring is still not in sight.
Technology is wonderful, particularly for those who are passionate about music, like me. Just about any song ever recorded, I can look up on my phone or computer instantly.
I appreciate the email messages in response to my Valentine’s Day column last week. If you didn’t happen to see the column, it was about the celebration, challenge and test of endurance in navigating through a wedding anniversary on Feb. 9, Jean’s birthday on the 12th, and Valentine’s Day on the 14th.
For what seems like most of my life, I’ve been having variations of the same conversation: people complaining about violence, vulgarity and profanity portrayed in our culture, whether it’s on television, music or video games.
As is usual this time of year, I have been experiencing celebration, challenge and a test of endurance. All of us have been reminded through printed and electronic ads that St. Valentine’s Day is a time to purchase and give flowers, candy, jewelry, cards or some other tokens to the ones we love. Relatively speaking, this one date is pretty easy to remember and prepare for.
With Christmas behind us and several people to thank for their gifts, I sat down with my children and asked them to draw some pictures as a way to express gratitude.
I’ve got skiing on the brain. Can you blame me?
An article titled “The ripple effect” appeared in The Dallas Morning News this week, written in correlation with the Feb. 5 National Signing Day for college football, the day when high school graduates show just how truly “committed” they are to the colleges to which they previously “committed.” The article is about how head coaches and assistant coaches moving from one college to another make an impact in regards to the teams with whom the players eventually sign scholarship papers.
Insomnia has historically been a hurdle for me – going back to high school, when I would find myself staring at the ceiling for many hours of the night, my mind racing.
One day during this Super Bowl week, I was e-mailed a story regarding the spiritual life of Seattle Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson. The next day a story came in about Denver Broncos quarterback Peyton Manning’s spirituality.
We are well into 2014, getting ready to enter the last week of January. Many of you have seen (and are probably “full-up” of) articles about goal-setting – articles covering such things as how to set goals, how not to set goals, should we even set goals, etc. But before we leave January behind and venture into February, let me suggest you might take one more look back at last year and another look ahead to this year.
A hush has fallen over Sevier County.
Over the past 150 years, numerous stories have been passed down from generation to generation about a fortification known as Fort Harry. It was reputedly built by the infamous Thomas’ Legion, on a bluff protruding from the side of Mt. LeConte about eight miles south of Gatlinburg.
Different people at different times have different definitions of success.
For the third year in a row, we will take our children to the Wilderness Wildlife Week, a free, annual event in Pigeon Forge. Besides the new programs featured, it will be exciting to explore its new location. LeConte Center at Pigeon Forge looks pretty impressive from the outside.
During my not-quite-so celebrated stint as a struggling musician in Middle Tennessee, I had some strange experiences with strange individuals. Notably, the homeless man whose entire body, from head to toe, was painted blue for no discernible reason as he walked the streets of downtown Nashville with his guitar, harassing people with his slight musical abilities and his far greater skill, begging for cigarettes.
When Rebel Railroad opened in 1961, the two brothers from North Carolina who developed and owned the attraction could have not imagined it would one day be among the most visited amusement parks in the world. Neither did Eunice Eledge when she started working there in 1970. She was hired by John Fox to serve as his office manager when Art Modell, owner of the Cleveland Browns, purchased the attraction and changed the name to Goldrush Junction.
In the celebration and observance of Christmas followed by the flurry of activities that paced the entry into 2014, you may have missed Good Riddance Day. I did. Just yesterday I got around to seeing something about it. I really can’t remember if I’ve noticed it in years past, but I do know now that the Seventh Annual Good Riddance Day was observed in New York City on Dec. 28.
She could quote the Bible from “kiver to kiver,” administer home remedies to the sick, deliver babies, weave baskets, lay out the dead, make shoes, hunt for game, and tailor men’s suits. Known as “Aunt Liddy,” Lydia Kear Whaley could do just about anything to which she set her mind.