This coming Monday, Memorial Day, marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of our 35th President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Like almost every American over the age of 60, I can tell you precisely where I was on Friday afternoon, November 22, 1963, when I heard the news that President Kennedy had been assassinated.
On Monday, the University of Kentucky announced that it is changing the name of its football stadium from Commonwealth Stadium to Kroger Field. That’s right, frequent football shoppers! Come September, the University of Kentucky Wildcat football team will be playing in a football stadium named after a grocery store.
Tonight is Trolley Night on South Main Street in downtown Memphis. Except there won’t be any trollies. There will be those hideous looking buses designed to look like trollies. Those faux trolley buses are the Elvis impersonators of mass transit.
Behold, brothers and sisters! I bring you good tidings of great joy … and comfort! Seersucker season is back, at least for those of us who live south of the Sweet Tea Line!
When I was a child, Easter Sunday always began in darkness. And it always ended in sunlight.
My mother would awaken me dark and early on Sunday morning long before sunrise. I would put on the Sunday clothes she had laid out for me. A white sports jacket. White dress shirt. A colorful bowtie. Black pressed trousers and black shoes my father had shined on Easter Eve.