Friday September 04, 2015
When ushered into the master bedroom of the Mormon patriarch Brigham Young at his winter home in St. George, Utah, a few years ago, I felt duty-bound to ask an obvious question: Where did the other women sleep?
I attended Wells Fargo Securities' "2nd Annual E-Cig Conference" last week, and if I had to describe the mood of the speakers it would be a cross between cautious optimism and deep frustration.
The woman in 27E doesn't have only one carry-on plus a small bag for a laptop or personal items. She has one carry-on plus a purse the size of a bassinet plus some canvas vessel for all of her electronics plus two different plastic totes for various pillows, blankets and possibly an ottoman and a coffee table. Shuffling down the aisle, she looks more like a Peruvian llama than anything human. She grunts and buckles.
My 102-year-old mother-in-law, Henryne Walker Stewart Goode, whom we buried a week ago at the Walker family cemetery in Okolona, Mississippi, often told an unforgettable story at our kitchen table.
She quietly walked into the classroom and stood there, just inside the door, against a wall.
The professor, his back to her, continued his lecture, unaware of her presence until his students’ eyes began focusing upon her rather than him.
“Yes?” he asked, turning to her. Just “Yes.” Nothing more.
Political crystal-ball gazers widely predicting a cakewalk for Hillary Clinton to the 2016 Democratic presidential nomination are not likely to change their minds in light of former Virginia Sen. Jim Webb's decision to form an exploratory committee to evaluate his own prospects.
Goodbye, Chuck Hagel: We hardly knew ye!
Perhaps there wasn't much to know. Or perhaps you contain hidden depths. Who can say? For almost two years, you seemed barely there, an irascible half-presence in the Pentagon's E ring. Soon you won't be there at all, and no one will much notice.
In their long, frequently triumphant but totally unfinished struggle for equal employment rights, women keep coming up against the matter of lifting heavy bundles.
Next week, the latest chapter arrives at the Supreme Court: Peggy Young, a former United Parcel Service driver, and her eight-year fight about whether she could handle a 21-pound package.
The name Ferguson should become shorthand for dehumanization.
On a warm October night toward the end of the 2014 campaign, almost every politician running for a major office here in the swing state of Colorado appeared at a candidate forum in southeast Denver. The topics discussed were pressing: a potential war with ISIS, voting rights, a still-struggling economy. But one key element was in conspicuously short supply: the media.