“Transparency” is a word we seem to hear an awful lot.
I used to eat fast food on the sly.
With every charter member a direct descendent of Spencer Clack, it is not surprising that the first chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution organized in Sevier County was named in honor of the veteran who served as lieutenant in Revolutionary War, was a pioneer settler in Sevier County, and a member of the first Tennessee legislature, first as a representative and later as senator, from 1796 until his death in 1932.
Last Sunday, I took my children and my mom to the Donut Friar in Gatlinburg for their famous eclairs. We also picked up some cinnamon bread for later.
In preparing to speak to a corporate group and basing my preparation on concerns of the company’s CEO, I thought of a story that highly successful business entrepreneur W. Clement Stone (1902-2002) frequently told.
I strolled around Knoxville’s Market Square earlier this week. It’s a bustling place, an excellent downtown destination. The eating is good, the shopping interesting, the people-watching first-rate.
Although Sevier County has always been overwhelming Protestant, the Catholic parish formed in Gatlinburg in the 1930s has managed to co-exist in harmony with other denominations.
Ann Landers was THE syndicated advice and help newspaper columnist when I was in high school. It seems everybody was familiar with her name.
As an education reporter and former public school teacher, I am disheartened by Legislature’s continual attack on the teaching profession and the detrimental effects those attacks could have on our schools. These changes should be an outrage to every resident.
Dr. Charles Bozeman began his medical practice in the Emergency Room at Sevier County Medical Center in 1977. Two years later, he established a private practice near the hospital and he has treated thousands of Sevier County patients for over three decades.
As I write this column prior to publication deadline, country singer Randy Travis is in critical condition at a Dallas hospital. He is being treated for viral cardiomyopathy, a serious heart condition.
“Summertime and the living is easy...” wrote George and Ira Gershwin in 1935, and over 33,000 artists have sung it since.
When I was a kid, given the opportunity I would have shot fireworks all day, every day. Seriously.
On July 5, 1909 an excursion train rolled into the Elkmont area in Sevier County and discharged a group of holiday tourists. The group was a festive bunch of city dwellers, intent on getting away from the urban heat and enjoying the sparkling cool waters of the Little River drainage in the Smoky Mountains.
My 43-year career as a writer, speaker and consultant has offered me opportunities to keep on learning – and helped me realize how much I don’t know.
According to reference resources, “chile” is the Spanish spelling of the food; “chili” is the Americanized spelling.
A fable attributed to Aesop of sixth century BC Greece tells of a man and lion boasting of their strengths.
Dee Stamey was a handsome, debonair young man. Born Nov. 23, 1897, he was a dapper dresser and extremely popular with the young ladies in Emert’s Cove and Copeland Creek.
“We went on one date, and she took me to a traffic jam.”
Things turned batty around our house the other day. Literally.
Yesterday, I thought of the elderly lady who answered all but one of the questions the census taker asked. When she wouldn’t tell her age, the man said, “Everyone tells his or her age for the census.”
Like an aging dowager, the Riverside Motor Lodge has been a part of Gatlinburg for longer than most people can remember. However, on May 30 the oldest remaining lodging place in the tourist town closed.
The withdrawal symptoms were mild, mostly a case of the jitters that went away after a day or two.
Quotes and sound bites are pretty much the same thing. They are used to make a point, or inject humor, or inspire, or for any number of other reasons.
According to legend, a wayfarer discovered the cool mineral springs located at the foot of Round Top Mountain in the early 1800s. The often recanted story relays how he spread boughs in the top of a giant white oak and built himself a bed in which he slept until his health was restored by the spring.