Up in Washington, in a building on Pennsylvania Avenue not far from the U.S. Capitol, is a wall inscribed with the names of journalists. It’s a fabulous wall, two stories tall and made of glass. The journalists named on the Newseum’s memorial are men and women killed in the line of duty, 2,3…
AMSTERDAM, Netherlands — By all appearances, this city seems both busy and serene. The busyness is most obviously expressed in the whir of thousands of bicycles bearing determined-looking riders in all corners of the city. Since Anniston aspires to the title “Bike City,” it might be instruct…
Being an entrepreneur can be a little bit like doing a high-wire act without a safety net. If something goes wrong in a small business, there are no bailouts or golden parachutes. I know this first-hand because I have owned and operated small businesses for most of my adult life. This includ…
Tommy Tuberville is perfect for Alabama politics.
How do you plan to spend today?
The dynamite exploded around 1 in the morning in the little church out on County Line Road. Pine Ridge CME Church sat in a slight curve in the Friendship community south of Oxford. Dynamite, though, makes no friends. Windows blew. Walls cracked. The bomb, placed by human hands, gutted the in…
Overcrowding and understaffing are such glaring contributors to Alabama’s prison crisis that it might be tempting for state leaders to make them scapegoats for the whole problem.
Heads up, People: Black Holes can sing! No kidding.
George Smith is the only person — no one else; not family, coworkers, childhood friends, college buddies … no one — who consistently called me Tony. I’m not opposed to the shortened version of my name, but no one else ever made it work with any consistency.
What George Smith really knew were good stories. He had an internal divining rod that unearthed stories from places most of us would never look. Not because we’re lazy, or uninterested, but because he was just better at it.
The situation in our prison system is dire. A federal judge has ruled that the state is deliberately
The only thing that’s constant about the newspaper business these days is that things are always changing.
Kenneth Mitchell was the first kid I met in pre-school at Munford Elementary back in 1976, and we’ve been friends ever since.
Not every story about baseball in Anniston revolves around Ty Cobb or the Rams, the city’s perpetually mediocre and long defunct minor-league team. Those stories have wrinkles. This one doesn’t. And what better time to unearth it than Opening Day.
Do you ever watch The Anniston Star’s Facebook livestream of the Anniston council meetings? What’s your takeaway?
For years, I’ve resisted the urge to declare Anniston a lost cause, and here’s why: It’s reactionary, it’s unfair, it’s a simplistic stance and it’s wrong. That’s what I’ve thought.
The next Something To Do Sunday is this Sunday at 3 p.m. at the Aquatic Center at McClellan.
I don’t typically talk about racism. Not because I don’t believe that racism exists, but because I refuse to be a victim of it.
Glen Ray is president of the Calhoun County NAACP chapter. If he wants to speak at Anniston City Council meetings, let him.
Sometimes, only years and distance and growth give us the perspective we need to truly appreciate the countless hours and life lessons that get poured into us by teachers and coaches and youth ministers and mentors.
There was a warm day in the early Seventies when Ralph Clayton, a coal-miner’s son from Harlan County, Ky., donned a baseball uniform for the Jacksonville State Gamecocks and “heard every racial name in the book.” It happened in Thibodaux, La., a college town west of New Orleans. Mike Gallow…
February’s Something To Do Sunday on last weekend was rich in all those things, and extremely rewarding.
Goodloe Sutton publishes a small-town newspaper in Linden, a tiny place in Marengo County between Montgomery and Meridian. He admires the Ku Klux Klan. When NFL players began protesting racial injustice, he wrote, “that’s what black folks were taught to do two hundred years ago, kneel before…
Every now and then, you have to do some house cleaning. When it comes to our professional duties, house cleaning means checking off a list of tasks that you need to address in short order.
In July 1902, Calhoun County prepped for the summer’s biggest party at Oxford Lake. Round-trip trolly fare from downtown Anniston was 20 cents, which included a general admission coupon to the festivities. Reserved seats cost a nickel more.
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