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David Cook

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The Gilded Age was so terrible because it was so extreme. Like an hourglass, the measured middle was squeezed up or down. We were an either-or America: you were either fabulously rich or poor like a bowl of dust.

I have a dream.

Pay them not to come.

An hour or two after Pittsburgh teenagers lay bleeding on the floors of their high school Wednesday morning, my good friend Frank called.

With more than 50 chapters and hundreds of members, the National Socialist Movement is the largest neo-Nazi group in America.

I might be wrong. — Radiohead

For more than three decades, the activist-priest John Dear has been traveling the world, teaching nonviolence.

It is the saddest of ironies: twin brothers in Red Bank who tried to live the most private lives possible are now the talk of the town, known across Chattanooga and beyond.

You begin by knowing the obstacles before you, the things you have to avoid.

Me. I'm the fool.

Last week, we boosted the kids from school, checked the tire pressure and headed south to Florida, where the azaleas right now look straight out of Eden. It was 75 degrees by lunch, 80 with my afternoon beer.

We only need 450,000,000 box tops. — CSLA parent

There's nothing we do in Hamilton County with your tax dollars that's more important than education. -- Mayor Jim Coppinger, March 2011

Allen Casey's barge needs to stay right where it is.

It was Saturday, a Halle Berry of an afternoon. I was piddling in the backyard. My retired neighbor was grilling burgers, that charcoal scent filling the air like the springtime version of Vatican incense.

Meet Andrew Reynolds, the luckiest little kid around.

Suzy and Curtis Baggett are white.

What makes you ... you?

Tennessee lawmakers are a few curlicues away from requiring all public school kids to learn how to read and write in cursive.

Five years ago, David Meek died while riding his bike.

Medicine is always about patients first. — Yank Coble

When we're angry or frustrated, sometimes the wrong words tumble out. We say things we really don't mean.

Let's say you work at Erlanger hospital. Maybe you're a technician, or a nurse. And you love your job.

One of the most significant moments in local politics is unfolding smack-dab before us.

If you know all these names — Bessie Smith Strut, Chattanooga Market, Mainx24, Missionary Ridge Road Race — then you need to know this name, too.

This morning, after hearing from a very loud and angry public, the Hamilton County Commission is expected to vote down the sheriff's plan to let police officers use cameras from their patrol cars to ticket speeders.

We need conservatism more than ever.

It is rush hour Friday and I'm leaving downtown and headed north into the heart of Chattanooga road construction: across the Olgiati Bridge, up the road dividing what's left of Stringer's Ridge, and onto the exit ramp toward Red Bank and Signal Mountain.

You hear me? God won't fail. — Jamie Coots

In a week or so, state Sen. Todd Gardenhire plans to introduce legislation that will take some political bravery.

Several weeks ago after church, I met a woman who told me a story about growing up in Chattanooga.

On a cold evening last week, about 50 of us — in coats and scarves, some strangers, some not — gathered in Franklin and Tresa McCallie's Read Avenue home to talk about the one thing we don't ever talk about.

I got my wife a card. It cost $2.95 at the grocery store and has a picture of two cats cuddling by the fire. The inside reads: "Thoughts of you make me feel warm and fuzzy all over."

It's been 10 days since Philip Seymour Hoffman, possibly our era's finest actor, was found dead and alone in his apartment, a needle in his arm.

It was hard to tell which was the more unbelievable.

Things in Sochi seem to be going well.

Earlier this week, I wrote about the hyper-punitive charges against Jimmy Gaines, the 25-year-old with a heart of gold who now faces felony jail time for 50 words of frustration.

It took 24 days to get to this point. We could have biked from here to the Grand Canyon.

A pair of juveniles have been charged for their role in a Jan. 11 incident on Raccoon Mountain involving a bicyclist that caused an uproar locally and within the national cycling community.

The long arm of the law wants to lock Jimmy Gaines in jail. He'd become a felon, stuck behind bars for three years or longer.

Lord have mercy, these aren't snake-handling churches.

The phone rang as I was crossing the street. A very driveable, ice-free street, I might add.

Holy ham hock, what a body.

For two weeks, the Marion County, Tenn., detective has been investigating the events of Jan. 11, which left Anders Swanson stumbling half-blind in his bike cleats and Lycra, fumbling for the emergency button on his cell as his face burned like fire and his eyes swelled shut atop Raccoon Mountain.

The American Bible Society just named Chattanooga the most Bible-minded city in America.

Megan Rice is a Catholic nun who turns 84 in a week. So committed to nonviolence, she wouldn't harm an attack dog, even if it was attacking her. From her jail cell, she writes letters in partial cursive that talk about the immeasurable love of God.

As we pass the time waiting and watching to see if Marion County authorities will charge and arrest the teenagers who confessed to harassing and assaulting a Raccoon Mountain cyclist 11 days ago -- we're still investigating, a detective said earlier this week -- let's talk about another crime.

Last year, there was a shooting near The Howard School.

Man, cyclists tell some crazy stories. They're almost like ... war stories.

Anders Swanson read the Chattanooga police incident report on Thursday afternoon.

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