Mother Nature is being her tempestuous self, teasing us with a taste of spring just before dipping the thermometer again and reminding us that winter ain’t over till it’s over. …
The ghosts of King’s Mountain
One of my ancestors is Isaac Jonathan Newman, one of my 6th great grandfathers, eight generations back. His descendants are legion, so I am but one among thousands.
Newman was born …
Searching for Cas Walker’s rotisserie sauce
I have never received as much correspondence on one story as I did my recent column about Cumberland Avenue, and next to that, the one about the demise of Smoky …
A look back at Valentine’s Day, 1953
For all the night owls and procrastinators, this is your final warning: you might still be able to make dinner reservations for tonight, or at the very least stop by …
Gus Manning gone at 99
Gus Manning, 99, a treasured segment of Tennessee sports history, died Sunday night. He was one of a very few remaining direct links to Robert R. Neyland.
Gus was truly a …
Joseph Delaney: Return of the Native
As the crow flies, it’s about 4,260 miles from Greenwood Cemetery here in Fountain City to the Cimetière parisien de Thiais in Paris, France. The significance is a tale of …
Swan song for The Strip: It’s just Cumberland Avenue, now
Back in 1990, I was a cub reporter at the late, great Knoxville Journal. At the end of August that year, I broke a story about the coming demise of …
A eulogy for the Smoky Mountain Market
Some of the most popular social media memes flying around involve “dating” yourself with events, products, culture and technology that a younger generation wouldn’t remember or understand. One of my …