VOL. 40 | NO. 27 | Friday, July 01, 2016
A coaching legend who changed her sport
My parents were big fans of Pat Summitt. They loved the Lady Vols. They reveled in the program’s glory days.
We know about all the national championships, all the victories and even the exceptional graduation rate.
When is it too late to go back to school and prepare for a new career?
The Music City Miracle run. The outstretched hand reaching toward the goal line in Super Bowl XXXIV. When talk turns to the Tennessee Titans’ glory days and that magical 1999 season, Kevin Dyson’s name always comes up.
In the United States, about half the people who start college don’t finish. And there are 37 million Americans with some college credits but no degree, according to a recent audio documentary “Some College, No Degree.”
Western Governors Tennessee, a state-endorsed, nonprofit, accredited university was launched in July 2013, has one goal – to expand working adults’ access to higher education through online learning.
A sampling of tuition costs for adult learners:
SAM STOCKARD: VIEW FROM THE HILL
More than 150 years ago, we fought our nation’s bloodiest war, a conflagration that claimed 620,000 lives, almost as many as were killed in all other American war efforts combined.
Home Federal Bank has announced several promotions at its downtown Knoxville headquarters and at its branch offices.
Aram Demirjian, recently selected as new music director for the Knoxville Symphony Orchestra, will conduct the orchestra as part of the city’s Festival on the Fourth.
BEHIND THE WHEEL
The Kia Optima for 2016 is roomier than its predecessor and more fuel efficient than ever, and it still won’t break the bank.
Your website is a first look into your company. It’s a reflection of your company’s culture as well as your leadership. But simply having a website isn’t enough. It must have a purpose – and if that purpose doesn’t yield measurable results, this could be the first sign that your website no longer fits the needs of your company.
The Fourth of July is just around the corner. It’s so close you can almost smell the fireworks and taste the barbecue.
In the past three columns, I’ve told how, in February 2002, I had a major reminiscence of my role in saving the life of a heart attack victim-in-denial 20 years earlier. In March, I received annoying emails about how to survive a heart attack while alone. In early April I dreamed of my heartland being under attack.
KAY'S COOKING CORNER
I have mentioned in a few of my past articles that I don’t dream very much. Or, if I do, I don’t often remember them.