A few weeks ago, Main Street Media published a column by Joe Dubin, “It was worth every second” that was an homage to those high school senior football players who, throughout the month of November, would be playing their final games and taking off their pads for the last time.
This Black Friday weekend, including Cyber Monday, more than 158 million people will be shopping across the United States, according to the National Retail Federation. Which means here in Sumner County, we expect more than 130,000 of our neighbors will be spending money over these four days …
Gas prices are rising, store shelves sit empty, and companies cannot fill good-paying jobs. There's no doubt about it — Americans are suffering under President Biden's weak leadership.
Some in our country are simply not satisfied with one act of destruction, they strive to destroy whatever, and whenever, the opportunity presents itself. It is a political game of chicken we are playing, and many believe parts of society are headed toward destruction.
From the moment my daughter came into this world, my mother would always talk about that day I would walk her down the aisle. My mom adored her little girl but as life would have it, my mother passed away and never got to see the moment she so vividly talked about.
Information is easy to come by these days. If we want to contact someone, we call or text them. If we want to research something, we look it up on the internet. If we want to know our latitude and longitude, we buy a satellite navigation device.
A few weeks back I wrote of my wife. Kathy, and me recently visiting one of our favorite southern cities, Savannah, Ga. Savannah is so rich in American history. Each time I visit I make new discoveries of its riches.
Every day I hear from law enforcement officers, first responders, airline personnel, healthcare professionals, and retail workers in the Volunteer State who are facing an impossible choice: either comply with the Biden administration’s sweeping vaccine mandate or lose their livelihood.
Four years ago, an investigative journalist in Nashville examined the cash grants and tax breaks given to companies as part of the state’s economic development deals to create jobs.
In their Oct. 12 BOMA meeting, aldermen were handed a positive recommendation from the planning commission for a change in the rules governing what could be built in the Indian Lake development project.
On a ranch just north of the US-Mexico border in Falfurrias, Texas, local property owner Richard walked me past destroyed fences and piles of garbage left behind by swaths of illegal immigrant trespassers. Frustrated with the White House, he asked, “Where in the hell is Kamala?”
When I arrived at The University of Tennessee in the fall of 1970, I found myself being at loose ends somewhat. I had made a last-minute decision to transfer from Tennessee Tech to UT in late summer, (I will spare you the details as to why.) which left me missing some enrollment deadlines.
A few weeks ago, my son’s football team was playing a game in Chattanooga, about a two-hour drive from the house. After the game, I kissed his head and told him I would see him back at school to pick him up.