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CLINTON vs. TRUMP: GETTING READY FOR A NOT-SO-GREAT DEBATE

In 1960, when I was just eight years old, I watched the first televised presidential debate.  It was Kennedy v. Nixon, and I watched the debate on a Philco black and white TV in our family living room, as I sat between a Democrat and a Republican. 

The Democrat was my father.  The Republican was my mother.  My father never voted for a Republican in his entire life.  My mother never voted for a Democrat.  Every election day, they would cancel out each other’s vote.

WE INTERRUPT THIS MARRIAGE TO BRING YOU THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL SEASON

Next Thursday morning, I am leaving my wife. After 35 years of marriage, we are going to be separated. It won’t be the first time in our marriage that we’ve had a separation. In fact, for the past 35 years, we’ve been separated every year from Labor Day to New Year’s Day.

THE KING MAY BE DEAD, BUT THE LAWSUITS LIVE ON

This is Elvis Week in my hometown. Some of my fellow Memphians call it “Dead Elvis Week.” While it does commemorate the anniversary of Elvis’ death some 39 years ago, I absolutely refuse to even say the words “Dead Elvis.” 

I refuse to believe the King is dead.

CAPE vs. TENNESSEE SECONDARY SCHOOLS ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION: PAT SUMMITT’S FULL COURT PRESS

This column was printed in the August, 2016 issue of the Tennessee Bar Journal and is reprinted here with the permission of the Tennessee Bar Association.

She won more games than any coach in the history of college basketball.  She won eight national championships.  She coached the U.S. Women’s Team to an Olympic Gold Medal and had a graduation rate of 100%.  Every athlete that played for her for four years graduated.

But one of Pat Summitt’s biggest victories came not on the basketball court but in a courtroom where she testified as an expert witness on behalf of a young non-shooting guard named Victoria Cape.

ON BOARD THE GLACIER EXPRESS

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ZERMOTT AND ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND: I love trains. Some of the happiest days of my life have been on trains. 

When I was 5 years old, my mother and I took a train trip from Memphis to Little Rock. I cannot recall why we made the trip. What I do recall is that it was a grand adventure, and I enjoyed every minute of it.