This past Sunday morning at 2:00 a.m. Central Standard Time, it was suddenly no longer 2:00 a.m. CST, but in the blinking of an eye (well, actually my eyes were shut at that moment), it became 3:00 a.m. CST daylight savings time.
Yes, this past Sunday was the annual day when we all spring forward to daylight savings time.
JUPITER, FLORIDA: I am home. Safe at home. I am over 800 miles from the house in Memphis I call home, but I am also home today, in a baseball park on a glorious sunny afternoon.
She was a law school dropout who inspired thousands of us to attend law school.
She told us the story of a lawyer who lost the biggest case of his career, and in the process, she gave millions of Americans a hero and lawyers a role model.
Some 22 years ago, on a September day in 1994, I drove to Starkville, Mississippi. There I met my friend Robert Moore, and we sat together in Scott Stadium and watched his Mississippi State Bulldogs play my Tennessee Volunteers in an SEC college football match-up.
Last Friday my office was closed for a snow day. And it hardly even snowed.
The closing of my office on a non-snow snow day was in keeping with a long Memphis winter tradition of shutting the city down upon the mere forecast of snow and, more often than not, a forecast that is flat wrong. I know this sounds flakey, but it’s true.