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.
In the 1950s, a young man from Memphis combined Gospel music, blues,and bluegrass to create a new sound -- Rock and Roll. His name was Elvis Presley, and as Leonard Bernstein later observed, "He not only changed music; he changed everything."
In the 1970s, a young man from Detroit built on Elvis' legacy, combining the genres of rock and roll and country music. His name was Glenn Frey.
I was back at work in the office bright and early yesterday morning. I didn’t intend to be there. I didn’t want to be there. But I had no choice. On Wednesday night I once again failed to win the Powerball.
When I was a kid, the biggest day of the year for football fans was New Year’s Day. That was the day the bowl games were played. All four of them.