The 19th century is coming to a close. An ambitious nurse, a young man of privilege, a wandering preacher, and an Appalachian farm girl living states away from each other seem to have nothing in common but their youth and a bone-rattling cough—yet, miraculously, they share the same fever dreams.
Covenant College senior Nabil Ince, known on stage as Seaux Chill, dropped his third album titled Freedom Avenue last Spring and then hosted listening parties all over the country—even in France. This ground-breaking release became Seaux Chill’s first album available on all major listening and streaming services, but with prospective new projects in the works, Freedom Avenue is only the beginning.
I feel it most when I watch the burning flames
of fire climb the stubborn branches, up
the pines while golden beams illuminate
the sky – a bitter union, flame and sun.
Charlottesville: a small city of 50,000 people in the heart of Virginia. A city whose name invoked a mental slideshow of the picturesque Shenandoah mountains, the eager spirit of the University of Virginia, and the quaint, historic atmosphere of Monticello.
That array of images has been replaced in most of our minds by a new collage.
First, and foremost, slavery and racism are despicable, deserving our utmost condemnation. However, I believe that the tearing down of Confederate statues is an historical injustice rooted in a lack of understanding about a complex event. To discern the fate of the statues, we must look at the historical record of the Civil War.
After a hectic week of new syllabi and mandatory meetings, few things are better than a trip to one of your go-to restaurants. Every Friday night, Cris Gant and I go out to a different restaurant in Chattanooga. We spend on average an hour agonizing over where to go and cross checking lists of best Chattanooga restaurants. But every once in awhile, we just have to go to an old favorite. This week, we were at Clyde’s on Main, and what a delicious experience it was.
It was the Fall of 2002 when I was first introduced to college football. I was six. My dad, a lifelong Iowa Hawkeye fan, was following the game on gamecast—we didn’t have cable—while he renovated our house. He explained the basics to me: first downs, false starts, extra points, etc. By the end of the season, when Iowa was playing USC in the Orange Bowl, I was as rabid a fan as anyone.
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