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.
We are now dashing towards the finish line of this sacred holiday season of peace on earth, goodwill toward men, batteries not included, and some assembly required. And once again this year, the airwaves are full of TV and radio
commentators screaming about “The War on Christmas!”