Working at a public library has its privileges, one of which includes forcing your tastes in literature on others.
Don’t look now, but the wheels are coming off of the Dabo Swinney bandwagon.
This week marks a significant milestone for yours truly, one that I’m not sure how to mark: I turned three decades old this Friday.
It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if college football “golden boy” Tim Tebow was linked to a string of unsolved hobo murders in the greater Gainesville area sometime in the near future.
These kids today, with their long hair, loud music, and matching Nehru jackets…wait, what?
On September 11, 2001, I was in history class at Tri-County when our teacher announced that the World Trade Center was gone.
If there’s any family that epitomizes the saying “money can’t buy you happiness,” it’s the Kennedys.
One thought keeps popping up in my old noggin’ when I see coverage of the contentious “town hall” meetings on TV: there but for the grace of a McCain/Palin win go I.
It’s a bit humbling when the pop-culture fads of your youth are being used to make awful, awful movies.
Glenn Beck recently said that President Obama hated “whites and the white culture,” which made me wonder: just what the heck is “white culture?”
