It’s ironic, when you think about it.

Lynchburg has drawn a lot of attention from chroniclers of the Tuskegee Airmen, thanks largely to former city resident and pioneer black aviator Chauncey Spencer.

As we’ve all been told a thousand times, it takes a village to raise a child. But as Aubrey “Chub” Barbour is quick to add, it doesn’t hurt to have a community center, either.
Barbour was raised in the Tinbridge Hill neighborhood of Lynchburg, located in the oft-neglected part of downtown between Fifth Street and the James River.

What is there about our society that compels us to pick at scabs?

Out on the vast parking lot of Moose Lodge 715 on Lakeside Drive, Harlow Reynolds and friends are building a time machine.

At first, Robert Compton was more than a little apprehensive about spending two days of quality time with a country music icon like Hank Williams Jr. But that nervousness went away quickly.

What’s this fascination with the NCAA college basketball tournament, aka March Madness? Why has it arguably become the second-most watched sports event in America, right behind the Super Bowl?

APPOMATTOX — OK, so I went to this social media conference that I wrote about a few weeks back. When I walked in, I immediately felt like the Geico caveman — and not just because I haven’t had a haircut in awhile.

Go ahead, call Tom Gerdy and his freewheeling band of Habitat for Humanity freelancers “crazy.” They won’t mind.

Yes, he Cancun.

So what does Jeff Benedict see as the biggest problem with the City of New London, Conn.’s multi-million dollar waterfront project, the one that left Susette Kelo and 15 other homeowners displaced and was argued all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court?

For me, the pit bull story of 2008 had nothing to do with Michael Vick. Rather, it involved a Bedford County dog named Prince, owned by William and Lois Holland.

I was out sick a couple of days last week — my annual February bout of something unpleasant — and that led, as it always does, to getting sucked down the rabbit hole of the Internet.

As I’m writing this, I’m eating a peanut butter sandwich. With jelly, without fear.

Some biographers are like rescue workers, digging through that collapsed structure known as history for those who have been forgotten. Others gravitate toward the already-famous, hoping to come up with an angle.

When you’re talking about race, things are never as simple as black and white. Take churches, for example.