I'm going to make a concerted effort to have a column or editorial once a week.
Even after Andre Agassi came out of the closet as bald and even after Jonas Salk developed the vaccine for polio, we, as hairless people, are still discriminated against.
I think about the only point Ann Coulter made in her pointless column about soccer is that she should be red-carded for ignorance.
Perhaps the most ludicrous thing I've heard on ESPN radio, between apologizing for the Miami Heat's poor performance in the NBA finals, was the notion that a U.S. FIFA World Cup championship would erase the finest accomplishment in our country's sports history — the 1980 men's hockey gold medal in the Winter Games.
The last movie I saw in Roanoke Rapids was the Dark Knight. I plan to see more here now.
Fifteen minutes under The GeoDome, you come to realize we are truly the river, or, perhaps, the river is us.
If you ask me why we can't have nice things, my answer would be a blunt because our attitudes stink.
In most instances imaginable, I am weird.
Here, to begin with, is the exhaustive list of Coca-Cola products you will have to boycott if you found the soda company's stirring, patriotic ad aired during the Super Bowl offensive.
The funniest thing about winter, other than leathery-skinned tanned people fainting when the mercury drops below 50, is the milk and bread crowd.
