Opinion: Worst of the worst? Joe Jenkins is the best of the best.
Eight years ago, I first met Joe Jenkins.

Eight years ago, I first met Joe Jenkins.

Run, Katherlyn Geter, run. And Vicki Gregg. And Ardena Garth, you should run, too.

In the summer of 2012, Gail McKeel noticed the strangest thing: A few blocks away from her east Chattanooga home, people on Glass Street were partying.

Years ago, I read Rod Dreher's "The Benedict Option," which calls for Christians to intentionally withdraw from 21st century society.

I remember the Confederama. And touring battlefields in grade school, big yellow buses parked beside huge rows of wooden, rampart-like fencing. We ate sack lunches and played tag near the graves of thousands.

Earlier this summer, my wife and I spent a lovely morning with Ann Brown, a retired librarian who lives on Lookout Mountain with husband Howard.

In these Afghanistan-collapsing, Ida-wrecking, COVID-killing days, I've been trying to focus on something, well, different.

On Thursday, Sept. 16, the Ed Johnson Memorial Dedication begins, lasting four days, with more than a dozen events: a courthouse church service, discussions with Eddie Glaude Jr., Jon Meacham, artist Jerome Meadows, panels, lectures, walking tours and Sunday's memorial dedication.

The man in line at the feed store was buying three tubes of ivermectin, a horse dewormer.

Paul McDaniel was 14 or 15 when he took a job working for a white boss.
