Pryorities

Vivid memories from the Vols history bring elation for the season ahead As I sat waiting for the kickoff, I felt detached from reality. The entire stadium was in a stupor with little sound and suspended movement. Was this a football…
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Relishing endless family moments on the coast of Florida There we were again. The Pryor family riding along south in the family “truckster” on another Florida vacation. By 1980, we had graduated from an Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser station…
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Finding that perfect taste among the vendors of the farmers market is a summer delight I can remember my mother admonishing me to eat my vegetables. I resisted her throughout my childhood and made fun of my father’s devotion to…
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If you feel anxious and depressed because of the chaos in the world, I would regard you as normal. I have always felt I was grossly sane and grounded, but the last couple of years have made me feel I am losing precious fibers that attach…
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Men are not as brainless as advertisers want you to believe Is it just me, or are we men getting slammed by American advertisers? Every time I turn on my TV, another poor guy is being made to look foolish and stupid. Do commercials have…
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Judging contests in East Tennessee is not for the faint of heart I don’t remember how or why it happened, but there I was seated in a special roped off section of the auditorium judging a child’s beauty contest. Stop this madness, I…
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Untold memories from former Vols gear us up for a new season with a new coach In the eyes of many, the last decade of mismanagement and a succession of bad coaching hires have tarnished the Tennessee football tradition. The fan base is…
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Sights, sounds, and smells bring back memories of the early days in the Marble City I spent my childhood and early teen years growing up in North Knoxville. Life was simple, and pleasures came easy in those long ago days. My…
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Drawing a line in the sand on a year-long debate I’m no stranger to a face mask. I wore one practically every day from 1949 to 1953. The cowboys of Lincoln Park voted me the best “bad guy” of all time and made me the perpetual outlaw.…
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Why is the build-up to being seenmore work than the appointment? I don’t know about you, but I dislike going to the doctor. It’s not because I’m afraid of needles or even the dreaded prostate exam. My aversion is to the medical forms…
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