The spring-action theater-like seats of the courtroom were more of a struggle for this fat boy to quickly “rise” from and stand. Holding a cell phone in one hand and steno pad in the other didn’t help.
I still think a coworker was pulling my leg a few days ago when he claimed not to remember the name “Cabana Apartments.” He, in turn, clearly didn’t accept my claim it was commonly called “Sin City” when I was growing up.
Ever eat more than Walker and end up fuller than Hillman?
Mom and I are never quite ready for Christmas. But as we rush to try, we don’t let the true spirit of the season pass us by.
“A Christmas Memory” (1966) and “The Homecoming: A Christmas Story” (1971) are among my favorite Christmas movies. But so is “Die Hard.”
There were many wonderful displays on the route, developed by Keep Kingsport Beautiful’s team. One of the best is Bill Rhoten’s home on Plainview (near Litz Manor). Another showstopper is near Bloomingdale Pike and Wadlow Gap Road. A home on Carolina Avenue looks like a lighted gingerbread house.
From a smokehouse robbery to a quartet of pigs named after the Beatles (”Ringo” ended up on the family’s menu), I’ve heard a lot about hog killing in the last two weeks.
Last week’s column ended with me asking my cousin why families across our region killed hogs on Thanksgiving. We pick up here with her answer and move on to memories from others.
In case you missed this in print last Sunday, you’ve got time to catch up before “Part II” prints in the Times News this Sunday, December 2, 2018
Santa’s favorite is “Just good old Northeast Tennessee cornbread dressing.” What’s your’s? Here’s a great recipe from Judy Ann Davis of Kingsport.
If you didn’t know Dave, you really missed something special. He will be remembered for many things. I will remember him most for his fun-loving outlook.
Like other holidays, Halloween seems to have turned into more than just one day. Some folks have started a petition to “move” it to the last Saturday in October.
The restaurant grew from its origins to include banquet facilities and what started as a small “private club” bar area with a dance floor.
The grown ups in my family called it Sears and Roebuck as often as not, and in the 1960s and early 1970s, it was our go-to for many purchases, big and small.
I got a close parking spot, and didn’t have to fight much of a crowd. But I walked half a mile to step aboard SAM 26000, “Air Force One” to JFK, LBJ and several more U.S. presidents.