Robert E. Lee Hall towers over the YMCA Blue Ridge Assembly campground on Black Mountain, North Carolina. Eight majestic white columns buoy the entrance that is fronted by eight long, wide steps ascending to the wooden platform porch where dozens of...
Robert Quinn can’t tell his story; he’d like to but he can’t. The fact of the matter is he doesn’t remember it – or parts of it anyway. For the better part of three months his actions are mere snapshots in the mind’s eye. Enter: Steve LaPrad, head...
A child is shot looking out the window of his home; one man kills another in a fight over chicken; the carneys are in town and they assassinate a man for his drugs; a father kills his family of five. It’s a modest sample of violent crime the North...
The late John Wooden believed success was contingent on timing; every play required precision. Wooden drilled his players in practice, repeating schemes step-by-step until everyone was in lockstep, every movement a flawless execution. WNBA guard...
Bo Barton is a criminal profiler. You could compare his work to today’s prime-time television prototypes, but don’t. Barton is the real deal, and the work is really dangerous. The latter is dipped in Hollywood, sprinkled with glitz, add model-like...
Just a few miles from Death Valley, along old Highway 76 in Clemson, there is a billboard. Pictured is spokesman Tommy Bowden standing by a lake in an orange life vest. In bright Clemson orange block letters it says, “”Wear your life jacket!” with...