Happy birthday to a special ‘seminary of learning’

The year was 1785. Thirteen states composed the Confederation Congress.

To see the thunder

There is a scripture in the Bible. As far as I know, it is not in all translations of the Bible. But this I know for certain: it is in the King James Version. When I was 10, perhaps 11, Daddy preached the scripture from the roughhewn pine pulpit in the tiny one-room mountain church we attended.

Musings from the left coast

My first visit to California in the late 1980s was part of an ill-fated love connection.

Some words of advice to a great-grandson

Dear Cameron Charles Yarbrough, Well, it’s that time of year again when your great grandfather dispenses a little advice that he wishes he had received when he was your age. This annual letter began when your father and his cousins were tykes.

Timothy James

It had been a long day. Not a particularly tiring or stressful one. It was the kind of day where so much happened so quickly that, later you ask, “Did that happen yesterday? Or before?” We were in Nashville for the fourth time in weeks.

Knock! Knock!

“Who’s there?” “It’s 2023. May I come in? It’s a bit cold out here. All I’m wearing is a sash and some Huggies!” “Please do. I’m glad to see you but aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for, well, uh, the new year?” “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.

Peach Bowl grows from pits to major cash crop

New Year’s Eve 1981 was probably the coldest sporting event and evening of my life, spent in 50-yard-line seats in the very top row of Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium.

Junior E. Lee takes a look at Y2KXXIII

The New Year is upon us. 2023. It seems like only yesterday that we were up at midnight on New Year’s Eve, 1999, wringing our hands at what catastrophes might await us at the beginning of Y2K – the year 2000.

Still rosey for Rosen

Few industries took more of a beating from this easing pandemic than tourism and travel. Even in Orlando, Florida, one of the tourism capitals in the world, the impacts were real and lasting, and even some of the titans of the industry felt the crowd losses.

A tribute to the beloved woman who shared my name

Two years ago this week, I told you a final goodbye. In some respects, you were not the woman I knew and loved that left me.