The 2009 edition of “arguably, the oldest tournament in the United States still played in its original city” can boast of far more than that, as 56 of the top women and men have gathered together for one of the final tune-up events before the final Grand
Due to the circumstances of my birth, I'd been imprisoned in the mountains. I spent my childhood there serving a sentence without a prescribed term limit. I was afforded a few weeks away during the
Congratulations to John Pepper. Just when you think one man has done it all -- former Procter & Gamble CEO, Boston Scientific Corporation board member, Yale University vice president, Executive Comm
I'm trying to figure out where the cameras are. I feel like I'm starring in the sequel to Four Weddings and a Funeral, a project that could provide a nice boost to the local economy and the regional
Monday afternoons I teach an afterschool writing class for InkTank to a group of teenage boys. The assignment appealed to me because it was pitched as an experimental format. There was no set curric
Long before leading the Revolution, briefly giving up his slave name, using his facial hair to brand himself a corporate slave and slipping into the dawn's early invisibility after playing music's v
I crashed the online dating scene. No, I wasn't trying some player's end-around like Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson in Wedding Crashers. Nor was I looking for a fast time or some Neo-fied version of T
Being the first in your family to go to college used to mean something. There were the obstacles to overcome. Everyone always points to the financial burden, which was significant and remains so, b
I've been thinking lately about embracing a personally forgotten aspect of the holiday season. I want to go home again, despite the sentiment expressed by fellow Asheville, N.C., native Thomas Wolfe
Not that long ago, I woke up on Sunday mornings, loaded my five-disc changer with the likes of Cassandra Wilson, Anne Dudley and Jaz Coleman, Etta James, Pat Metheny and Nicky Holland and picked my
He asked, "Who are you?" Good question, but I wasn't the subject of this peculiar exchange. That would be Marc Anthony Thompson, aka Chocolate Genius. A ghost in my machine. The prophet who proffer
It's been five years since I moved to Cincinnati. There's no need to present a "woe is me" vibe, because I'm still jonesing for the big city, but I'd be less than honest if I didn't acknowledge the
The older I get, the more I find myself longing for the bygone days of my youth. That sounds more than a little musty coming from a not quite oldhead (don't let the premature grey distinguishing my
Completing a marathon sounds impressive. I've done four. I like to call myself a runner, but I'm just good enough to be dangerous to myself. At least I'm aware of my ability. Of the four, the last
"I never thought I'd grow up so fast, so far/ To know yourself is to let yourself be loved" -- "Get Me," Everything But The Girl Back in the summer of 1985, I'd just completed my sophomore year
Mystery of the Nile (currently playing the Cincinnati Museum Center's OMNIMAX Theater) documents the first complete journey along Africa's Blue Nile and Nile rivers, covering more than 3,000 m