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In this Tapioca Tundra of a world, it's a blessing when you can find a kindred spirit.
Not too long after the September 8, 1966 premiere of TV's "Star Trek" (or "Star Trick," as I misheard the title), my "no nonsense" grandfather unloaded on my father.
Don't answer out loud if you're reading this at work, but how do you feel about employers using sensor-bearing armbands and other "wearable" tech to monitor employee performance?
I've been undergoing physical therapy as a result of a compression fracture, and my physical therapist (Amy) got a "deer in the headlights" look when I said I would be WRITING about physical therapy this week.
Every Monday night in the fall of 1975, I ran until I was out of breath.
When my wife, son Gideon (age 12) and I made our latest pilgrimage to the Dollywood theme park earlier this month, it reminded me of 1967, when my parents took my younger brother and me to Goldrush Junction (which, like Rebel Railroad and Silver Dollar City, was one of the earlier incarnations of Dollywood).
I don't make a hobby out of collecting obituaries, but sometimes I stumble across one that particularly moves me.
I started walking the day I turned eight months old, and now it seems I've started my second childhood.
As we celebrate the 40th anniversary of the U.S. Bicentennial, the memories come flooding back.
What's it like to be a child in your state? A six-year study by the Annie E. Casey Foundation assessed states on factors such as economic well-being, education, health, family and community.
Remember classic Hollywood films in which someone like Mickey Rooney or Judy Garland gushed, "C'mon, gang, let's get a Long-Short Term Memory (LSTM) Neural Network to put on a show"?
The demands of fatherhood (okay, and a cracked vertebra) have left me too distracted to string together a coherent Father's Day essay, so instead I'm sharing 14 random thoughts about the occasion.
For the sake of my son Gideon (age 12), I strain my brain each week to make this column something zany and irreverent instead of soberly persuasive.
According to a May 11 United Press International news story, Democratic presidential frontrunner Hillary Clinton promised a radio interviewer that, if elected, she would release government records related to Area 51.
Whether I was a preschooler hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, a young adult spelunking in Kentucky's Mammoth Cave or a father introducing his son to Shiloh National Military Park, I always felt I could enjoy America's treasures without too much intrusion from Madison Avenue.
According to the Encyclopedia of Alabama website, Decoration Day is "an annual observance at many privately owned Southern graveyards, during which families gather to clean up the graveyard, reconnect with family and honor the memories of their ancestors."
Shall we gather at the guillotine? Shall we gather at the guillotine?
To satirize, or not to satirize. That is the question.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I've been living it down since I was 9 or 10 years old.
I'm guessing my late father felt more empathy for me than he let on, back in 1981 when my girlfriend unceremoniously broke up with me.