It’s a school. It’s a controversy. It’s a former voting place that lost its status over what critics claim was a politically based charge about handicap access. This will be the first year in many decades that voters haven’t been ...

You never know what you’ll encounter along Gay Street on a Saturday night.

Knoxville’s been agonizing about its identity for a good while. Are we a major educational center, a green-tech energy powerhouse? Or “authentic,” the Just-Folks Capital of the USA?

This is the time of year that armed Knoxvillians started looking hopefully to the sky. Fall was the season of the passenger-pigeon migration, and that meant good eating for everybody.

A few weeks ago in this space, I confessed how all this Asheville downtown retail stuff, as wonderful as it all is—and I don’t deny the wonderfulness of any of it—has the undertone of rubbing our noses in something unpleasant.

Jim Long died last weekend, at age 81. As a character in Cormac McCarthy’s fourth novel, Suttree, he has a place in American literature that may have no precedent.

A few months ago, a filling station on Kingston Pike closed. Filling stations close all the time, and they open all the time. Most of us don’t pay much attention unless we’re on E.

In early December 1932, more than 100 university presidents, deans, athletic directors, and baseball, football, and basketball coaches packed the two big hotels on Gay Street.

Being English, James does say speciality, not specialty. He’s executive director of Ijams Nature Center, and he does have several other interests, but dead birds are right up there

The people at Case Antiques on Sutherland Avenue have interesting jobs, and recently made a surprising discovery. A Chattanooga estate sale turned up a previously unknown painting by Lloyd Branson.

The big news among culinary hipsters in downtown Knoxville is the opening, later this fall, of Tupelo Honey in the historic Kern Building. It seems a worthy tenant of a space that already has a place in Knoxville’s culinary history.

Across the generations, Victorian summers can beckon. The era needed its delights, because it also had horrors.

Professor Ebenezer Alexander, 59, erstwhile dean of faculty at the University of North Carolina, had been a quiet fellow who wore a gray mustache and smoked a pipe and was handy with a quotation from a Greek sage.

If it’s a record-breaking summer, you don’t want to miss it. You’re going to want to talk about it someday. Sometimes on a hot day, after spending a morning in an air-conditioned office, I like to experience this famous heat.

The news can make you feel old. Last week’s paper ran big headlines about the reborn Tourism and Sport’s Corp.’s exciting new name, the Knoxville Convention and Visitors Bureau. It seemed a pretty good idea; as much as we all ...