A long time ago, at a newspaper far, far away, I wrote my first humor column. Back then, I didn’t make fun of myself, like I do now. Instead, I made fun of celebrities and movies and TV shows. Most famously, I once made fun of a big purple dinosaur.
IN THE 20 years I spent as a sports writer for this newspaper, one of my favorite places was Auburn, The Loveliest Village on The Plains. Knowing and visiting with Auburn’s football coach, the late Ralph “Shug” Jordan, is one of my forever soft memories.
North Carolina is a state that holds special meaning for me. I met and married my fabulous wife, Josephine, there 56 years ago. We have a house in the mountain-west third of the state, and my career and the civil rights movement began there simultaneously.
This is a tale about an Alabama city whose downtown carries scars of decay and glimmers of hope. There, decay comes easy and hope requires money and civic types believe better days are ahead.
Clemson beat Alabama in Columbia, S.C., on Oct. 25, 1905, and at the time, according to University of Alabama research, newspaper writers typically referred to the football team as the “Varsity,” “Crimson White” or “Thin Red Line.”
It would be unbecoming of Talladega College’s Marching Tornadoes to parade down Washington’s Pennsylvania Avenue, pass by Donald Trump’s review stand and give him an unkind gesture. But I’d understand if they did.
I’m kind of sorry you asked ‘cause truth is I really don’t have a list of things I will NOT do in the New Year. It’s not that I didn’t try to think of a few, it’s just that in looking back I can’t think of any one thing I’d change from 2016.