Cook: Howard wants to serve you
You know what some students at The Howard School are always saying to their teachers? Pestering, bugging, nagging. Those pesky kids.

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.
