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!”
Today is the 100th birthday of the "Chairman of the Board," Francis Albert Sinatra.
I don't mean to come across like the Grinch Who Stole Halloween, but I confess that I am dreading tomorrow night. As an old curmudgeon, I now see Halloween as more a night for tricks than treats.
I’m a life-long St. Louis Cardinals fan. While he was from St. Louis, my all-time favorite player never played for the Cardinals. In fact, he played for my all-time least favorite team, the evil New York Yankees.
This weekend my wife and I will begin a five month separation. Please don’t misunderstand. Neither of us has hired a lawyer, and we will be sleeping together, eating together, and paying bills together, just as we have for the past 34 years. But we’re going to be separated, just as we are every year at this time of the year.
Ten years ago this weekend, Hurricane Katrina devastated the beautiful city of New Orleans. At the time of this tragic event, I was serving as President of the Tennessee Bar Association.
In my President’s Column in the October, 2005 edition of the Tennessee Bar Journal, I wrote about the experience of Katrina and how Tennessee lawyers responded to it. With the permission of the Tennessee Bar Association, I am republishing this column, “Heartbreak Followed by Action.”
BEIJING, CHINA, August 1, 2015 -
This afternoon Claudia and I will board a United Airways jumbo jet for the long flight home to the good ole U.S. of A. Our flight leaves Beijing at 4:00 p.m. today. It arrives in Chicago at 4:00 p.m. today.
During my brief time in China, I’ve learned that I have at least one important thing in common with the Chinese people. I’m a sports fan, and this is one sports-crazy nation.
SHANGHAI: Ni Hao from China where it is already tomorrow! China is a day ahead of Tennessee. Actually it’s about a century ahead.
On Tuesday during my lunch hour, I made a beeline to Burke’s Book Store in midtown Memphis.
Burke’s is one of my favorite places in Memphis.
It is literally a literary landmark.
It is summertime, and the living is not exactly easy.
Why? Simple. It’s that stressful time of the year again when American families take part in that time-honored tradition, The Summer Vacation in Florida.
This Sunday is Father’s Day, that annual day when we honor dear old Dad by giving him a tie or a bottle of aftershave. (There’s something about an Aqua Velva Daddy!)
But I’m worried about the future of Father’s Day for the simple reason that I’m worried about the future of fathers.
Today is National Seersucker Day! It’s time to celebrate that wonderful cotton, puckered, always-rumpled fabric, and more particularly, the seersucker suit, the greatest fashion invention of all time!
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.
We are now in the midst of March Madness, the annual NCAA Basketball Tournament when 68 college teams face off during a three-week period to determine the national champions.
If you ask any lawyer to name his or her all-time favorite novel, almost every one of them will quickly respond, “To Kill a Mockingbird!”
Similarly, if you ask any lawyer to identify his or her favorite movie, once again, their response will most likely be, “To Kill a Mockingbird!”
People choose to worship at a particular church for all sorts of reasons. Some folks select a church because of the preacher. Others like the choir. For me, it all came down to waffles. You read that right, Lenten-breath! Waffles!
I'm the proud owner of two Beagles, Atticus and Scout Haltom, who are obviously named after my two favorite characters from my all-time favorite novel, To Kill A Mockingbird.
When I was a boy growing up in the 1960s, there was a man who came to my house during dinner time each night to tell my mother and father and me what was going on in the world.
His name was Walter Cronkite.
It is the first week of the new year, and I’m fighting a losing battle to keep my New Year’s resolutions.
A wise man once said that a New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other.