Last night, millions of Americans were spellbound (literally), as they watched ESPN’s coverage of the finals of the Scripps-Howard National Spelling Bee.
When I was a kid, I always looked forward to Friday nights. That was the one night of the week my parents would let me stay up late to watch Johnny Carson on “The Tonight Show.”
There are three things I truly love in life: my family, my friends, and food. And the older I get, the more I realize that whenever possible the three should be enjoyed together.
In 1971, I was a freshman majoring in football appreciation at the University of Tennessee. Through blind, dumb freshman luck, I managed to get a date with a very nice co-ed, the lovely Wanda June Wipple from Wartburg. I took her to the Tennessee Theatre in downtown Knoxville to see one of the sappiest movies of all time, “Love Story.”
On a warm spring day in May of 1972, Allie Prescott took the mound at Busch Stadium in St. Louis. He was number 65 in the resplendent white and red uniform of his all-time favorite team, the beloved St. Louis Cardinals.