THEY SAY A TIGER NEVER CHANGES ITS STRIPES. For Pat Sims ’08 and C.J. Uzomah ’15, teammates on the Cincinnati Bengals football team, the phrase is as literal as it is figurative. The 2007 Chick-Fil-A Bowl MVP, Sims was the 77th overall pick by the Cincinnati Bengals in the 2008 NFL draft, establishing himself as a hard-hitting tackle on one of the league’s most brutal defenses.
Read MoreFrom hardy pioneer mothers and daughters who settled the wilderness, to fearless nurses who tended the Civil War’s wounded inside “Old Main,” to humble farmers and boarders who kept the community alive through Reconstruction and beyond, women have always been part of Auburn history—even when the doors to education were shut.
Auburn women weren’t alone. Throughout Alabama women were denied educational opportunities beyond primary school. Julia Tutwiler sought to change that.
Read MoreIn her condo building, on the shores of St. Petersburg, FLA., fellow residents call her “War Eagle.” Outside her door is an inscription of the Auburn Creed beside a porcelain tiger draped in orange and blue, a hard hat from the groundbreaking of Lowder Hall of the Raymond J. Harbert College of Business over its ears. Parked nearby is her blue car with orange stripes, perfectly matched to Auburn’s official colors.
Read MoreThirty minutes south of Seattle, rain falls on a warehouse so large its size seems illusory. Walls stretch beyond the limits of peripheral vision, and for good reason: Inside is just a fraction of the stuff offered by the largest online retailer in the world, with a little bit of everything you could ever ask for and quite a bit you never realized you needed.
Read MoreThe first step to appreciating artist Butch Anthony is finding him. This is easier said than done.
Read MoreWhen asked “How can you make local government more efficient?” Wanona Satcher ’02 knew the answer had to come from the community itself.
Read MoreThe crowd inside the showroom at Harrah’s Hotel and Casino on Las Vegas’ Miracle Mile is packed. Sprinkled into the audience of Baby Boomers are wide-eyed youths coming for a glimpse of rock and roll royalty.
At 6:15 p.m. sharp, the lights dim, the orchestra hums to life and the curtain draws up to the cheers of the restless onlookers.
Standing before them is Bill Medley, his 76-year-old voice as sweet and silky as it was in 1964, when “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” propelled the Righteous Brothers into stardom. Most in the room never expected to see the rock legends return after the death of the other “brother,” Bobby Hatfield, in 2003.
But here, emerging beside Bill Medley in the spotlight at the front of the stage, is someone else: younger, looser, a definite contrast to the staid, elegant Medley. His hair is long; his voice is powerful; he’s definitely not Bobby Hatfield.
Read More“I was holding it. I wasn’t ready for it to be lit, but, y’know… I was probably going to hold it anyway. When it went off I heard a ‘pfff,’ but I didn’t register that it was bypassing the propellant, and then it detonated. It was one of those, ‘Aw man, that was a lot louder than it should have been… Why does my leg hurt… Oh s**t, my hand’s gone.’ ”
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