In a time where chaos reigns, the memorial service for Jimmy Carter was a formal and traditional ritual that seemed almost anachronistic. It was as decent and gracious as the man himself.

somehow humans have managed to contaminate land and the atmosphere, the same land that went unharmed for thousands of years with Indigenous inhabitants. Some of the most educated among us now look to them for answers.

Kitty’s was hoppin’, mostly on knee and hip replacements. Between the Magellan fishing shirts and the guayaberas, there wasn’t a tucked-in shirt in the house. Kirk started hitting the famous cowbell beat to kick off “Honky Tonk Woman,” and the place erupted.

For more than two centuries, we have been standing on documents assuming they provided an impenetrable foundation only to learn that we’re floating on a leaky life raft.