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Today's Features

  • Last year, I fully believed that a shopping excursion during Tennessee’s official tax-free weekend would be a plan of sheer brilliance.
    School supplies, computers and clothing­—all sans taxation?
    It seemed sublime. Turns out, it was a rather horrific experience that only the strongest of shoppers can overcome.
    Did I really need to save 9.25 percent on marker boards and glitter pencils for my home-schooled children?
    The answer is no—no I did not.

  • When I was little, my father never drove the interstate to Knoxville.
    Or, if we planned a trip to visit family for the day in Clinton, we would drive Tenn. 116 into Lake City.
    Rarely ever did we see the green dragon or the (now removed) Thacker Christmas Inn tree sign, as we were always on the other side of the dusty trail. My brother and I would cruise along in the backseat of our silver Dodge Dynasty, singing along to the latest hits on the weekly top 40 and enjoy the commentary provided by DJ Casey Kasem.

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    There’s just something about putting in a hard day’s work that makes a man sleep better at night.

    And when you build a porch from scratch, you sleep like a baby.

    We have officially dove headfirst into home improvement projects lately, considering trips to Lowe’s with its car buggies “fun for the whole family.”

    And who knew you could cram 1x4 boards into the floorboard of a minivan?

    You learn something new every day.

    And so it began.

  • I can remember when I was a teenager, secretly dying to be 30.
    I thought: “People would finally take me serious when I am 30.”
    Kind of like when you are in elementary school and you cannot wait to get acne—because it is a mark of age.
    Growing up, all we want to do is grow up.
    We want time to fly, years to pass, until we get to that magical age where everything comes together and life just makes sense.
    I turned 31 last weekend.
    And life still does not make any sense.

  •                    “Ah, Lord God! Behold, Thou hast made the heavens and the earth by Thy great power and by thine outstretched arm. Nothing is too difficult for Thee”(Jeremiah 32:17).

  •  By PHILLIP BOSHEARS

    stories@lafollettepress.com

    With its nose lined up on the white centerline, everything is ready. 

    “Downtown traffic. 757 Sierra Yankee. Departing runway 26, downtown traffic,” says the pilot.

    The engine begins to roar. It speeds down the runway. Then suddenly—lift off. 

    The climb begins.

    Once at 3,500 feet, everything is quiet. Off in the distance, are the towering Great Smoky Mountains.

  • The walls and floor are littered with graffiti.
    The writings proclaim everything from a love a of heroin to a love of a God.
    The room has a stale smell of hopelessness and despair.
    But for five hours every Sunday night that changes.
    Instead it is filled with a message of faith and deliverance.

  •  Bless you, allergy sufferers. That sneezing-wheezing-coughing-itching, hard-to-focus-on-anything time of year is back with a vengeance. Symptoms associated with allergies are annoying for most. But for others, allergic reactions may lead to more serious conditions such as asthma and sinus infections. If left untreated, a patient’s quality of life may suffer. An estimated 26 million Americans — roughly 20 percent of the population — are affected by seasonal allergies, according to the American Academy of Allergy, Asthma and Immunology. 

  •  JACKSBORO—Campbell County High School presents “Young Frankenstein” — a collaborative effort between the Advanced Vocal Music class of John Edwards and the Advanced Theatre Arts class of Billie Jo Ralston. 

  • Dear husband,

    Whenever you part ways with the homestead to endure training for any length of time, things tend to take on a different form around here. The grass grows taller, the laundry pile is smaller, and the children are at a level of crazy of which even the best of scientists and parenting experts offer no explanation. So, allow me to grant you a small window into life as we know it in your absence: