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David Cook

Stories by David

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.

TCAP begins this week.

Really want to protest the Nazis?

Monday night at the four-star Chattanoogan hotel, Mayor Andy Berke gave the annual State of the City address, just as other city mayors have done before him.

The electric chair?

It was love at first sight.

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?

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