REMEMBERING PAT SUMMITT, AN ALMOST EMPTY GYM, AND THE NIGHT MY FATHER CALLED FOR THE "GENTLEMEN VOLS"
All my life my heroes have been volunteers. Tennessee Volunteers. Orange and white clad athletes who have inspired me by running, throwing or catching passes or tackling or putting a ball in a basket. There is a long list of such heroes I have had for over 60 years from Johnny Majors to Condredge Holloway to Ernie Grunfeld to Bernard King to Reggie White to Peyton Manning to Tee Martin. But my number one Vol hero of all time was a country gal from Henrietta, Tennessee named Pat Summitt.
This Thursday, June 9th is National Seersucker Day. It is a day when all well-dressed, comfortable Americans will don the iconic summer fabric and celebrate the greatest fashion invention of all time.
This weekend tens of thousands of barbeque lovers from around the world will gather at Tom Lee Park on the banks of the majestic Mississippi in downtown Memphis for the Memphis in May World Championship Barbeque Contest.
Wednesday was Administrative Professionals Day, that annual day when America’s bosses honor those who make us look good – our secretaries and assistants. They keep us on schedule, remind us of deadlines, and cover for us when we sneak out of the office to play golf. In short, they do all the work, and we bosses get all the credit!
I’m going to have a sleepless night. That’s because tomorrow I’m having a book-signing for my sixth non-bestseller, Milk and Sugar: The Complete Book of Seersucker.
The signing will take place at Burke’s Bookstore, a legendary Memphis literary institution that has been in business since 1875.