The McCallie Culinary Club was the recent focus of Esquire.com’s “Eat Like A Man” blog. In hindsight, the match seems a matter of fate. What place more suited to know what it is to eat like a man than the Land of the Fourth Meal? Harry Phillips, a senior day student and one of the four founding members of the club, wrote a great piece summarizing McCallie’s place in the Esquire landscape
By KENNY SHOLL — For the last 15 years on the Friday afternoon after Thanksgiving, my son and I have put up a star on the side of the hill right below our home on campus. I am sure most of you have seen it. It is quite a tedious task as we build it from scratch…
By KENNY SHOLL — A funny thing happens on the Ridge this time of year. The seniors seem to rediscover their passion for the game of 4-square….or whatever it is called these days. While I am amused by this ritual of spring, I understand the feelings and sentiments that go with it…
By DAVID RESTAINO — I’m afraid of a lot of things. I’m afraid of my world falling apart like it has in the past, I have an irrational fear of falling off my bed while sleeping, and I’m really afraid that Tony will reevaluate his stance on cannibalism and I’ll wake up to him gnawing my arm off. The one thing I’m not afraid of, though, is failing…
By ERIN TOCKNELL — Sam’s sermons were concise, always about 10 minutes long, and in them he usually tied the morning’s scripture to a call for action against injustice. He focused on segregation. Jim Crow was just beginning to loose its hold on Nashville, but not without a fight. In 1958, when Sam began preaching at Calvary, Nashville’s public schools had just ended their first year as an integrated system…
By KENNY SHOLL — Many years ago I was assigned the tedious, but important, task of counting the offering for our church. We had no counting machine of any kind and had to carefully count every coin, bill, check, bank draft receipt, etc. It took several hours to count the Sunday morning offering…
By BETH REARDON — I could see a tiny question mark floating over the head of a ninth-grader as he stared at the computer screen. I tapped him on the shoulder. “Can I help you?” He nodded gratefully and pointed at the screen. “Is this a book? Is this a database? Is this an Internet source?”
By KENNY SHOLL — We had the retirement celebration for Martha Hicks on Wednesday morning during the Faculty Meeting. In case you don’t recognize the name Martha Hicks, she is the Miss Martha who has managed the hot line at lunch for over 40 years…
By KENNY SHOLL – The years of your formal education are most interesting in that you are required to learn about a myriad of subjects and topics for which you may have little interest at the time. It is similar to building the foundation of a house…
By KENNY SHOLL — Well we made it through the craziest exam week on record and WE STAYED THE COURSE. I am sure that most of you have seen the movie A Christmas Story. It is the one that is on TV for 24 straight hours during Christmas Day and is about Ralph’s quest to get a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. Below is my version of a similar story which occurred when I as 9 years old. It is a fond memory of mine, and I hope you enjoy it…
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