Because it is this year's first federal election, attention must be paid to the March 11 voting to fill the congressional seat vacated by the death in October of Florida Republican C.W. "Bill" Young, who served in Congress 43 years.
What happens to a promising young athlete’s career when it comes to an end earlier than expected or hoped?
Dear Tom Perkins:
I'm writing to apologize. I do this on behalf of the 99 percent of us who are not multimillionaires. You, of course, are, having made a pile as a venture capitalist and co-founder of the firm Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers.
Gov. Pat McCrory is correct in pointing out the deplorable conditions in many state buildings and properties. For too long we have failed to maintain and improve current properties in favor of either building new facilities or, in tight economic times, doing practically nothing.
Rep. Chris Gibson has tested Irving's theory. Gibson, whose closely cropped graying hair announces his Army pedigree, believes he should be in the Guinness Book of Records for having moved so swiftly -- in 10 months -- from membership in America's most admired to its least admired institution. On March 1, 2010, he ended a 24-year military career and on Nov. 2 was elected to Congress. This fall, he will participate in perhaps the year's most interesting congressional contest.
“Nearly fifty years later, people still remember exactly where they were the night The Beatles stepped onto Ed Sullivan’s stage,” the “Official Ed Sullivan Site” notes with laconic immodesty.
Doug Varrieur likes to shoot.
Problem is, it's 25 miles to the nearest range, where they charge $45 an hour. What's a gun enthusiast to do?
Lucky for him, Varrieur lives in Florida. Problem solved. Just erect a makeshift range in the back yard and fire away. It's perfectly legal.
“Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.”
These words from Isaiah 6:8 inspired the daughter of a pre-Civil War Southern slaveholder to travel to Africa as the wife of a Baptist missionary to bring the Word of the Lord to the Yoruba people in what is now Nigeria.
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."
-- Martin Luther King Jr.
Sometimes, you get the feeling that's the only King quote conservatives know.
Dr. Conrad Flick, noted North Carolina family physician, recently appeared on a panel discussion on healthcare conducted by the North Carolina Academy of Family Physicians. During that forum Dr. Flick raised a nagging question.
As undignified as it is unedifying and unnecessary, the vulgar State of the Union circus is again at our throats. The document that the Constitutional Convention sent forth from Philadelphia for ratification in 1787 was just 4,543 words long, but this was 17 too many. America would be a sweeter place if the Framers had not included this laconic provision pertaining to the president: "He shall from time to time give to the Congress information of the state of the union."
But it works."
That, in three syllables, has been the go-to argument of the last two presidential administrations to justify assaulting civil liberties in the name of rooting out terrorists.
It's a dubious line of reasoning, proceeding as it does from the implicit assumption that if a thing works, if it achieves the important goal for which it was designed, that trumps all other considerations.
If state leaders want to improve North Carolina’s education system in the future, they will have to begin with a better understanding of the history of school reform in our state.
Disabusing the Republican Party of a cherished dogma, thereby requiring it to forgo a favorite rhetorical trope, will not win Clark M. Neily III the gratitude of conservatives who relish denouncing "judicial activism." He, however, and his colleagues at the libertarian Institute for Justice believe America would be more just if judges were less deferential to legislatures.
What could you learn from a trip down the Cape Fear River?