Signs of hope persist amid losses, cutbacks
Anybody remember when we were hot stuff? Sweet Charlotte, darling of the Sun Belt, belle of the New South.
Anybody remember when we were hot stuff? Sweet Charlotte, darling of the Sun Belt, belle of the New South.
This is America. So speak Spanish.
Really, now. That's quite enough snarcasm. It must stop.
A plague of unpleasantness has been unleashed upon us. And in stout Charlotte spirit, we need to find a way to ignore it.
People who slather their cars with stickers are more likely to be road-ragers. This is the latest news from the scientific realm.
For the second time this year, the prospect of a new watering hole in uptown is being tut-tut'ed.
Every now and then, an idea swims by that is so awful, so whacko, so let's-take-a-nap-on-a-nest-of-fire-ants bad, you just have to appoint a blue-ribbon panel to study it.
Some of you folks expect gasoline prices to retreat when sanity regains its throne.
It is an honor to address the Class of 2008. I will be brief as I share advice that you should cling to throughout the future.
Let's just say you're in the octopus business. You send out your octo wranglers and they bring back a steady supply.