Let's start with some good news.
Doyle Fairchild is the opposite of terrorism.
It was 11:40 last Wednesday morning and Chad Rucks was logged onto Active.com, eagerly waiting for high noon and the online registration for the 2014 Ironman Chattanooga to begin.
According to historian William Blum, the U.S. government has bombed or aided in bombing the following nations since 1945:
Chattanooga Mayor Andy Berke's plans to bulldoze and then rebuild the Harriet Tubman public housing site could turn into something grand, perhaps his equivalent of an urban Enterprise South.
By now, you've probably heard the news: Ben Friberg made it.
This summer, Spencer Cantrell went to Palestine to move stones.
You know what some students at The Howard School are always saying to their teachers? Pestering, bugging, nagging. Those pesky kids.
The first time I heard "Blurred Lines" was when my son walked by, singing the lyrics.
Life's most persistent and urgent question is: what are you doing for others?
Stopped by the neighborhood pharmacy last week for allergy medicine, and wound up buying a copy of the 2014 Farmer's Almanac.
On Friday, Rick Bragg, the man Shakespeare would have been had he grown up in North Alabama, spoke for nearly an hour without notes to a chapel full of McCallie School students, then had lunch with a dozen or so more in John Lambert's English class.
After Chattanooga Mayor Andy Berke announced his budgeting-for-outcomes plan, I cheered. It's intelligent, cutting-edge, responsible.
I wish someone would stampede in, overturn your tables and drive the homophobic madness from your pulpit. Exorcise you.
In fundraising and philanthropy circles, they call it The Ask.
With the announcement of the Chattanooga Ironman, it’s high time we went ahead and said it.
Before we add the latest item to the list, let's review our crinkled, wrinkled collection of Things That Are Bad For Us.
The other day, my daughter discovered the door to an old fallout shelter.
Hixson's Ed Young just made national news. The Sunday New York Times, no less.
To talk about the Uranium Processing Facility in Oak Ridge, we must first talk about the 83-year-old nun with the can of spray paint.
Three large white crosses, each at least 10 stories tall, are going up on the property of an East Brainerd church.
Went to the Gig Tank’s Demo Day on Tuesday, one of the coolest events of the year in our city. Mr. President, you should’ve chosen this.
Before she moved to Chattanooga, LaToya Holloman was living in a bad neighborhood of Baltimore, like something out of Dante.
Teachers, Most years, as you well know, there’s always that one student in every class. That — one — student.
Chattanoogan Ben Friberg today completed his stand-up paddle board trip from Cuba to Florida in 28 hours, according to reports in social media. Friberg is believed to be the first person to have made the journey.
The phone call came two or three weeks ago.
It was the best of days, and the worst of them, too.
Columnist’s note: President Barack Obama is scheduled to speak this afternoon at Amazon. Odds are, his speech is already written. If not, I humbly offer this one in its stead.
Before we bring up the president's visit (See Barack City!), let's talk about fishing.
As long as his Chrysler holds together, Ben Friberg and his four friends should reach Key West today.
Ben Friberg and a crew of friends and filmmakers leave today for Key West to begin his latest adventure: becoming the first to stand-up paddle board from Cuba to Florida.
One of the last times I saw Peter Hampton alive was during baseball season this spring. He was wearing that pair of bright UT-orange sweatpants. I spotted them from the dugout.
In the early evening on July 3, four local men went fishing.
Last week, Maria Shriver, former first lady of California, was in town. Still not exactly sure why.
Not long ago, I got my Astroturf kicked by a 73-year-old man.
The email came Tuesday morning. It was written by a man in Hixson. He had read Monday's column about Trayvon Martin and the fragmentation of America. Call him Rick. I assume he's white.
Really, no one was acquitted. No one set free. Not George Zimmerman, and certainly not the rest of us.
Undertaker please drive slow, for this body you are hauling, how I hate to see her go. — The Carter Family
Years ago, Jose Perez went shopping at a local Walmart with a pocket full of drug money, probably so much he could have bought the whole store.
To understand why urban chickens matter, think back two years ago, when readers of Outside magazine voted Chattanooga the best city in which to live in the U.S.
Starting tonight, here's the daily schedule for billions of Muslims around the world, including many here locally.
Chris Janda is 38 and lives in North Chattanooga. He's married with two kids, a mortgage and a waist a touch wider than it was 20 years ago.
Students and teachers aren't lab rats. Yet like crispy carrots in front of a donkey, our educational leaders — can I use that word? — dangle incentive after incentive, hoping, sooner or later, teachers and kids will make it through the maze.
Spitting mad? In deep distress over the direction our country's going? I know the feeling.
When things go south in your neighborhood, do you call the cops? "Police would be the last ones I'd call,'' one man said to me.
It should have been the horse, not a bald eagle. No other creature better tells the American story than the horse. There in the early days, it bore witness to the Spanish genocide of native peoples.
When teachers speak, we ought to listen. Here's what I'm hearing from local educators:
"Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer but the right answer."
The other night over dinner, we started talking about a summer vacation. Someone suggested driving to Florida to swim with the manatees.
Finally, PK Management, which owns the currently uninhabitable Patten Towers, dusted off the corporate checkbook last week and wrote five checks to local aid agencies that have been caring for displaced towers residents after the May 28 basement fire.