Royal Wedding Overload

Look, Harry and Meg are a cute couple. News commentators assure us “they’re very much in love.” I hope that’s true and I wish them every happiness. Yet I can’t help but wonder what James Madison would make of America’s love affair with royalty.

Noah’s Ark In The Air

I just flew to Memphis and back in absolutely packed Delta aircraft. The seats in coach were so cramped that our arms became useless appendages pinned to our sides. The aisles were so narrow, most folks had to walk sideways. You could barely breathe in there.

There wasn’t room for a Yorkshire puppy on any of my full flights, let alone a little pony.

There’s Something About Mississippi

Whether it was the magnolias, the lovely Southern architecture or the 10-acre Grove in the center of campus, I don’t know. Maybe it was the dean of students offering to walk us to the art department when we were lost. Perhaps it was the stories we heard about Eli Manning’s years there. Or the sweet reverence toward Faulkner and other great Mississippi authors.

Mom's Night Out

Since we didn’t know “the girls,” I imagined them to be a bunch of peroxide blondes who drank too much and danced with strange men. Every year, I worried that my mother would find the girls more exciting than our family and leave us to enter a childless world of smoky nightclubs and seductive music.

Going For Brokaw

Last week, Linda Vester, a former NBC reporter, claimed that in 1994 when she was 28 and Brokaw was 54 the boyish anchor groped and fondled her. Now a second accuser has come forward with a similar story.