When you hit 80 years old, if you’re lucky, your mind becomes a bit like an attic. Some boxes are dusty, and many have been forgotten for decades. But there’s one labeled “The 1980s” that stays remarkably bright and most memorable. Back then, I was a...
Right now, East Tennessee is in the glorious, sun-drenched heart of late summer. The days are long, front porches are lively, and neighbors are out walking their dogs or chatting across driveways in the cooler evening air. When the sun is shining and social...
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