When my colleagues recently organized a matinee viewing of the remastered re-release of the 1984 classic, Ghostbusters, to kickstart Labor Day weekend, I was all in. I’ve always loved the movie, Ghostbusters, but admitted that I hadn’t seen it from beginning to end in over a decade. Sure, I’d seen clips here and there on late night showings on cable TV, but I did not fully appreciate it as one of the all-time best comedies, a masterpiece which launched a new genre, cemented … →
With the conclusion of another season of 24 (perhaps the last we’ll ever see of Jack Bauer?), we bring in some longtime fans to discuss the finale, where the series may go from here, and how well this season lived up to the 24 we have come to know and love.
The gloves have been thrown. The dog pile has happened. The fireworks have lit up the Omaha sky. The trophy has been kissed. The foghorn has echoed down West End. Tim Corbin has hugged all his players. We now find ourselves liking every Facebook status we can, changing our profile pictures, texting our friends and former classmates, and soaking it all in.
It’s tough to express feelings about D-Day as someone who was born over 40 years after June 6, 1944. Most historians refer to it as a turning point in western civilization. When I think of D-Day, I think of images. The opening scene of Saving Private Ryan. My visit to the eerily peaceful beach in spring 2010. But I also think of words – FDR’s D-Day prayer over the radio, General Eisenhower’s speech to his men, and more. I’ve made it somewhat … →
The last winner was crowned in 1978. There was Sir Barton in 1919. Gallant Fox in 1930. Omaha in 1935. War Admiral in 1937. Whirlaway in 1941. Count Fleet in 1943. Assault in 1946. Citation in 1948. The famed Secretariat in 1973. Seattle Slew in 1977. And then Affirmed in 1978. Within 30 years, amongst the ruins of two World Wars and the Great Depression, we had 8 Triple Crown winning horses. Then, a quarter of a century passed before … →
Yesterday, at the age of 86, Maya Angelou passed away. I envy those able to attend the poetry reading in heaven last night, because this fragile world lost one of the great ones. I don’t remember a time growing up in Memphis in which I didn’t know who Maya Angelou was, reading her poems and excerpts of her work. Like many others, I read obituaries of Dr. Angelou yesterday in addition to lists of her most famous quotes as they … →