By Donald Wright Four months after the Civil War ended, a man named Jourdan Anderson responded to a letter from the person
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It is Friday, Dec. 24, and my wife and I are driving on I-40 just west of Knoxville, Tenn. It’s Christmas Eve,
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There is a specific sound featured in the soundtrack of my youth, lingering in my ears, rooted deeply in my memory, which
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It is Wednesday, and I’m at the Cafe du Monde, just off Jackson Square, and have my cafe’ au lait ($5.43) and
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The slight was uttered in such a matter-of-fact way it almost didn’t register with me. I had to watch the clip a
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I grew up in the 1950’s in a small city in eastern New Mexico. Those were, comparatively speaking, much simpler times. General
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