Why does the Beach sometimes feel like Mayberry? You can’t go to the mall, the veterinarian or the urgent care without seeing someone you know.
Why does the Beach sometimes feel like Mayberry? You can’t go to the mall, the veterinarian or the urgent care without seeing someone you know.
Beach voters had the smarts to say no to light rail in 2016, despite relentless pressure to say yes from The Virginian-Pilot’s editorial page, developers and politicians owned by developers.
I’m old school. When I see a woman’s name I assume I’m corresponding with a female.
When an Alabama man's car broke down on the eve of his first day of work for a moving company he set out on foot at midnight to cover the 20-mile trip to his job.
I hesitate to point this out, but in a sport where 1-nil is considered a thrilling game, shots of smoking hot women in their team’s colors may be the only thing keeping some viewers awake.
I don’t think I’m the only one who actually drove to Blockbuster in her pajamas to drop off almost-delinquent tapes just before the midnight deadline.
All this anti-straw hysteria is based on scare statistics. Not science or hard data.
I was there about an hour before I realized all the juicy jobs were in the “Help Wanted Male” section.
Bulletins about the 12 boys and their coach, trapped miles underground in a serpentine cave, have captivated many of us. We're hungry for a story that can't be hijacked and spun by political operatives.
These young officers know they will never be rich. They know that some in the city will instinctively hate and distrust them. They know that every call they answer will be fraught with danger.
A couple of eggheads - including one from Harvard - want you to think twice before flying your flag or taking your kids to a parade.
Every single journalist I know has a story about a freak who badgered, stalked, harassed or threatened him or her. Most never bothered to tell a superior, let alone law enforcement.
Sitting directly in front of us was a boy, about 5. When he spied the man’s missing leg he swiveled completely around and began to stare.
For much of 2018, however, he’s been back at the Beach, working for an undisclosed benefactor or benefactors. Holland’s been doggedly doing what he does best: using the Freedom of Information Act to sift through thousands of documents and emails.
Unaccustomed to life-or-death decisions, I did what seemed right at the moment.
Once you go down the rabbit hole of old commercials you find yourself transported back in time.
Pity Wilder didn’t have the foresight to know that risk takers - like her parents - who rode covered wagons into the wilderness, lived in sod dugouts and buried their babies on the prairies would someday be regarded as white supremacists instead of settlers.
If only she’d cast her parents as villains.