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By Austen Risolvato:
I watch a television show called “The Newsroom.” It was created by Aaron Sorkin, one of my favorite television and film writers.
A couple of weeks ago I saw the episode about the night the United States of America killed Osama bin Laden. It made me think, it made me laugh, and it made me cry. It made me think about where I was when I found out about the events of September 11, 2001 and where I was on May 1, 2011, when bin Laden was killed.
One offers movies in a park designed by the sons of the man who created Central Park, and the same drive-in movie theater my mother went to in her pajamas as a child.
The other in a cemetery projected onto a mausoleum where you can keep the company of the likes of Cecil B. DeMille, Johnny & Dee Dee Ramone, Mel Blanc, George Harrison, and Rudolph Valentino while you picnic and a DJ spins before and after the movie.
Bill Goldberg was Oklahoma born and raised, but in many ways is claimed by the South. Bill has been called a lot of things: football player, wrestler, actor, personality, collector, father, husband, mean BBQ-er, do-gooder, and (reportedly), the first ever Jewish action figure, just to name a few. The post-Oklahoma legend of the man began in Athens, GA on the field at Sanford Stadium. That’s right, this jack-of-all trades was a record setting Bulldog.
August 17, 1977, 6 years, 1 month, 12 days, 13 hours, and 16 minutes before I came into this world, on a quiet Memphis afternoon, Jerry Esposito entered a room on the second floor of Graceland, the room that’s directly above the entrance foyer, where he found Elvis Aaron Presley lying dead.
December 8, 1980, 2 years, 8 months, 1 day, 18 hours, and 31 minutes prior to my existence, Dr. Lynn pronounced John Winston Ono Lennon dead at Roosevelt Hospital in New York City.
Buddy Holly, Patsy Cline, Ritchie Valens, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Keith Moon, Janis Joplin, all gone before their time, and mine as well.
A lot has been said in the last week about President Clinton’s trip to North Korea. Some of us think him a hero, some think him a playboy, and some think him an idiot, but I still believe in a place called Hope. This belief is not born of a presidential campaign for change, but born of living in that place of hope in the 90’s. In roughly two months I’ll be 26 years old, which made President Clinton, the leader during my formative years. I was in the 3rd grade at Morningside Elementary School, a phenomenal example of the public school system, when he took office in 1993. When he left office in 2001, I was a senior in high school at the Ben Franklin Academy, the single greatest school (of around 13 schools) I attended in said years. During his two terms, this country experienced many economic changes, […]
It was June 14, 1998 on a quiet street in the Buckhead neighborhood of Atlanta, when screams of apprehension came from a family home. These were screams of a young girl, only fourteen years old. Upon entering the family room one would see a husband and wife, the stepfather and mother of this child trying to watch the television. We now see the source of the screams. The girl has her nose literally inches from the TV. Why? Game 6 of the NBA Finals, 5.2 seconds left on the clock: the score Utah Jazz 86 – Chicago Bulls 85. And then it happens: what they’ve all been waiting for — the field goal that won the series. After a post season where people said he was done, six games after Reggie Miller and his Pacers took “him” and his Bulls to seven games, there he is… Buzzer beater God, frozen […]
As strange as it may sound, this is a question that comes to mind every now and then for me. Then again, I was born and reared in Scarlett’s city: Atlanta, GA. I also have the words “Southern Belle” tattooed on my chest, anchored by dogwoods, the state flower of Georgia. To me the tattoo is blend of a lot of things. It is a nod to the history of the land I come from, a mocking of the neighborhood I grew up in, an acknowledgement that I was raised right, and a love of a place called home. Let’s start with the first: the South is such a magical place, and full of mystic darkness for me. It’s that mystic darkness where I feel the safest and feel like I’m truly home. It’s something I don’t feel anywhere but in the woods on a humid summer southern night. The […]
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