On Monday, in honor of Labor Day, members of the group called “Fight for $15″ took to the streets across the country, including across the river in Memphis, demanding an increase in the federal minimum wage. It was a call for a “livable” wage, in which those of all skill sets – including those without any – can afford to raise a family.
Today, it’s a little of this, a little of that:
Last night may have marked the end of a near-century long tradition in Arkansas Razorback football. With their 49-to-7 blowout win over Florida A&M (who?), the Hogs could have very well played their last regular season football game in Little Rock’s War Memorial Stadium.
I have been faced with a terrible choice this week – to fair, or not to fair?
On Monday, Donald Trump took to the podium at Fort Myer, facing a hall full of American soldiers, and did two things. He announced that the 16-year Afghanistan War, the longest in American history, would continue indefinitely. By doing so, he also broke another key campaign promise.
This is supposed to be a humorous, if not always hysterically funny, column. But lately there hasn’t been a lot of funny stuff going on the world. That’s why, after giving up on current events, I decided to to write a column on different aspects of birthdays.
This editorial won’t be well received by a number of my readers. Some of those readers have already complained that we, here at the Times-Herald, have shown prejudice against white people on this opinion page in the aftermath of the Charlottesville incident.
I baked a cake. I realize that to a lot of people, that is about as momentous as saying they woke up this morning.
It’s probably safe to assume that everyone, including myself, has thought about traveling back in time at one point or another in their lifetime. We all have our reasons. Perhaps there is a moment in your past that you have always wanted to relive, or something you wish you would have done differently. Perhaps there is a period in history you would have liked to experience.
The digital age has come up with its own form of junk mail, often called spam – a cruel insult to an innocent meat product that’s doing the best it can.