We lose yet another vital voice on the printed page. Damn.
He was old-school, a shoe-leather reporter who did the work.
We were us.
Greensboro was Logie’s hometown, and he was so much a part of it like the oxygen we breathe.
On that Friday morning, we were given. Once again.
In my three decades as a journalist, I had never seen or heard anything like it.
Alice Walker speaks my mind. So does a guy named Augustine.
Those kinds of moments do make a life.
“Open your mind."
Then came Thursday.