For 114 years, longer than any other municipal golf course here, one golf course has introduced this city to the game, more than any other. Short and certainly sweet, first pars are found on this course, first birdies sing, and first eagles soar. And they come back for a lifetime.

People are called visionary after whatever seemingly crazy idea they’ve envisioned becomes reality against all odds. Otherwise, they’re just called crazy. And it’s just crazy how many visionaries this city has been blessed with.

Preachers must often wonder if what they’re saying gets through — after that sip of water mid-sermon, looking across the congregation. This Sunday, I got it.

In the last few national elections, about 4% more women than men voted overall. In the Black community, it’s running about 10% more women than men. Among Hispanics, it’s about 5% more. They are Democrats and Republicans, but they are not in lockstep along party lines.

The fact that we aren’t in shape anymore to shape the world has made us mad, and Donald Trump played to that anger to get elected president in 2016 and every day since.

What New York City had to endure this year at the hands of the coronavirus is both a lesson and a warning of what’s at risk. They’ve been trying to tell us. One of their very own is president of the United States, and they tried to tell us about him, too.

“I have never considered a single vote of mine to be wasted, because it was my vote, mine alone to make, and proof of my participation as a citizen of this city, state, and country, and of the privilege and responsibility of that citizenship.”

“There is still evidence that we are part of something larger and longer than this moment, and that we will carry on. For instance, right after I got home I had a wonderful pastrami sandwich from Hazel’s Lucky Dice Delicatessen, born in a bar during COVID.”

The book, a collection of his columns and mine, is titled “In A Colorful Place,” and it will be published next month. Good stories are worth retelling and we’ve picked some we think are good enough to share again with you. As always, you’ll be the judge.

Our state is among those suing to eliminate the Affordable Care Act, lockstep with a President and a party that has no real plan to replace it, that offers no hope to those without it.

The United States Postal Service will deliver the mail in spite of rain, sleet, snow, gloom of night and political pressure. Believe it.

Whitney Plantation in Louisiana is unique among those open to the public: it is the only one anywhere dedicated to the history of slaves and telling the story from their point of view.

"We stand at a crossroads in November. The answer is not the road to the far left or to the far right. The answer is right there in the middle, where we can see all directions and best determine the way forward, where we can safely and respectfully return after going our separate ways."

Presenting the Tasteful List 2020 — my tenth annual alphabetical presentation of local favorites, from A/M breakfast to waffles.

Dan Conaway: "Memphis, in fact anywhere, is about connections. There is no more connected place to our beginnings than here."

Broken heart syndrome is defined by the Mayo Clinic as a temporary heart condition that’s often brought on by stressful situations and extreme emotions.

While thousands considered Steve a friend, it never felt like thousands when you visited with him. It was just you and Steve. He listened to you, you the homeless, you the wealthy, you the mover and shaker and you the one being moved and shaken.

There will be a vaccine for COVID-19. In the meantime, we will continue to suffer from chronic, fatal stupidity.

We, the South, may be finally admitting that the primary cause of the Civil War was slavery, and that the loss of that cause should be celebrated rather than honored.

Even if we can’t be there, we should join the rest of the world and watch. Even if you don’t like golf or don’t understand it, watch these guys play it like nobody else can.

As you wander the world and see a sign somewhere that says barbecue – by any spelling anywhere else – it’s best to just run. Barbecue in Memphis is quite simply the highest a pig can go. 

I was actually looking forward to holding gas pump handles with antiseptic wipes, considering hazmat suits in bathrooms, counting masks in Cracker Barrel, and Atkins breakfast bars in lieu of La Quinta’s breakfast bars.

Italians didn’t deny COVID-19 and science itself. They didn’t lie about the number of cases. They didn’t point fingers at each other, or promote false cures, or stigmatize and demonize care and caution.

A funky triangle bounded by Park, Lamar and Airways would be the first shopping center where things would start to change, where black and white Memphis would mix and mingle, where Memphis would start to look like Memphis.

But don't worry. Our grandchildren could not possibly do anything but improve on that.