Sometime during the middle of this month, I will enter a room either at Youngblood Manor or at some equally exotic locale and be feted with balloons. Alas, they are...

In early May of 1979, Bill Youngblood suffered a type of heart attack commonly referred to as the “widow maker.” It wasn’t that – thank God – and to ensure...

The first time I spoke with Jeff Williams was during a “meet and greet,” certainly not an occasion that would earn a significant place in his personal annals. Mayors “meet...

Several years ago, a colleague opined that we should set aside March 4th as a national holiday, prompting me to revert into a 3-year-old. “Why?” I responded. “It’s the most...

When I recall favorite Christmases past, I can’t help but smile. There was the Christmas of 1965, when I tore off the wrapping paper on the largest box under the...

Let the record show that I have never ridden a bull. Let the record further show that I hope the previous six words appear as a quote from me in...

One of the more memorable moments from a college career that started and ended too long ago to be referred to as recent history was born in a class called...