Cook: The crime of closing Taft
Raise my damn taxes.
Raise my damn taxes.
The first time I saw Robert E. Lee, he was wearing red suspenders and smiling, standing on his front porch not far from a front-yard garden full of collard greens.
Meryl Streep, an actress so engaging she could play a London statue and still win awards, received an Oscar nomination earlier this week for her portrayal of former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher in the film "The Iron Lady."
Last November, Chattanooga law clerk Julie Podlesni went to California to compete in the TV quiz show "Jeopardy!"
I wish I could say that the idea came to me in a dream, the booming voice of James Earl Jones filling my subconscious as the wind cracked through a field of dry cornstalks, Kevin Costner nearby, looking confused, while Shoeless Joe caught fly balls like they had nowhere else to go but his glove.
I believe Dr. Martin Luther King was a founding father of another sort -- like a president of the American conscience -- who begged us to declare independence from the cruel kings of racism, poverty and violence.
"Enough is enough," Mayor Ron Littlefield said not long ago. "This is an insult to churches. He is the moneychanger in the temple.
It was deeply embarrassing, the 5.2-mile drive from Highway 153 to Red Bank.
Ever tasted Tennessee paddlefish caviar?
"I NEED A TICKET."