On Tuesday, we had the fastest Internet on the planet. We were Dale Jr. on fiber optics; everybody else, the Ingalls family.
Pardon me boys, is that a new Chattanooga Choo Choo?
You're ordering the banana pancakes, and the guy out in the parking lot is ordering two ounces of cocaine.
My little girl was nervous. Like two outs, Game 7 nervous.
The good news is that VW will build its SUV here, adding an estimated 5,600 more jobs -- direct and indirect -- to the region.
It is one thing for me to criticize Tennessee's new gun law, which allows almost anyone and everyone to now carry a loaded firearm -- shotgun, rifle or handgun -- in their car.
I don't like resignation letters. Never have.
Forget Argentina. You want somebody to root for?
It's been almost a year and City Hall still cannot produce any official report on the $7 million spent on its budgeting for outcomes pilot program.
Here's the version of the question that the city wants to appear on the Aug. 7 ballot.
Nine weeks ago, Brother Ron Fender and I drove out to Ruth Cofer Cemetery, the 42-acre plot off Jenkins Road where our county buries its poor and homeless.
It's been nearly a month since the arrest of Richard Bennett, the founder of A Better Tomorrow.
Watching World Cup soccer feels like a third date.
They called her a sweathog pig.
Coty Allen wasn't at the ceremony on Thursday, when the doctors and nurses cheered for him, saying to anyone who would listen: We've never had a patient like him.
Earlier this month, Mayor Andy Berke proclaimed June 2014 as Gun Violence Awareness Month. As far as proclamations go, this one's a jewel.
Inside her Koch's Bakery, Barbara Davis has a petition with 500 signatures on it. The thing is 35 pages long.
As he got out of the car, Tom Kunesh's heart was pounding, and he wondered to himself: Am I about to die?
Barbara Davis was behind the glass counter at Koch's Bakery earlier this week when the city government's sign inspector walked in. He wasn't there for eclairs. As Davis remembers it, their conversation went like this:
OBEY YOUR CONSCIENCE. -- Bob Bergdahl, in an email to his son.
Somewhere in the tallest trees in the greenest forests within our very own Tennessee River Gorge, there lives a most magnificent bird: the Cerulean warbler.
Let's begin with a few numbers.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table. -- W. H. Auden
If I owned the Lookouts, the first thing I'd do would be to have Frank Burke Night.
Not Richard Bennett.
Let sincere white individuals find all other white people they can who feel as they do.
This woman named Donna doesn't have two nickels to rub together, but all she can talk about is her friend Carl, who doesn't even have one.
The story goes that a cleaning lady in Italy was tidying up the modern art museum and spotted what she thought were pieces of rubbish on the floor. So she sweeps them up and tosses them out.
Never again will I refer to Chris Anderson as our city’s first openly gay councilman.
This is not about alcohol.
In August 2013, the city dipped its toes in the water, reserving a smidgen from last year's budget — $7 million — for a pilot, practice-run at budgeting for outcomes.
One evening not long ago, eight of us -- strangers, mostly -- sat down together to discuss one of the most confused and emotional topics of our time: guns.
Pretend you're a nurse at Erlanger.
I met Irene Blake Tucker at Patten Parkway on a sunny afternoon. She grabbed my arm, the way some older women do in church, and walked me straight to the spot.
No TCAP scores? The test is belly-up, dead-in-the-water?
How much does it cost to win a Hamilton County election?
The folks at Merriam-Webster Collegiate have just updated their dictionary, announcing Monday the addition of 150 new words.
Congratulations. What a special weekend. Graduation is this really sweet ceremony of in-betweenness, like getting bear-hugged by the Past and the Future at the same time.
Standing there with my press credentials and flinty newsroom gruff, I'm listening to the mayor speak on Thursday morning, trying to think up some hardnosed Woodward-and-Bernstein question, when blast it, I get choked up. Teary. A little weak in the knees. A little verklempt.
Reporting from the Boulder of the East, here’s a double espresso of outdoor news.
The state is gambling $900 million that the 21st century will look like the 20th.
Even dead, they suffer.
Nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb — Fifth Amendment, U.S. Constitution
If I was a woman, I'd want to join the Junior League.
It's a lonely, defeated feeling. You hang your head, like a Vol fan in late October.
The news out of Mexico came fast and without warning, like a mule kick to the you-know-what.
Make that kind of society where it is easier for men to be good. — Peter Maurin
Remember when Jesus spits in the mud?
Ran the Scenic City Trail race on Saturday.