Who better to dish on the Big Easy than the city’s unofficial First Son?
Let’s face it, everyone likes Harry Connick Jr. Soccer moms sound like schoolgirls when they talk about his wavy brown hair and mile-wide smile. Most Americans over forty can still hum the chorus from “It Had to Be You,” which became his first hit when he recorded the popular standard twenty-five years ago. Even too-cool-to-care […]Read more
Think running moonshine was tough? Eighty-six-year-old Carlos Lovell has found that going legit is enough to drive a man to drink
I am in the passenger’s seat of a Chevy Silverado winding through the foothills of northeast Georgia, trying to learn the story of Carlos Lovell. But fifteen minutes into the drive, the man has barely uttered ten words from behind the wheel, and frankly, his deep, jowl-draped frown has silenced me in fear that the wrong question might land me in the ditch.Read more
The fugitive banker finally talks. And you won’t believe what he has to say.
The last memory Hannah Price has of her father before he vanished is waking up to him praying over her. That itself was not unusual; Aubrey Lee Price had always been a demonstrative Christian.Read more
Twenty-seven-year-old Wes Gordon has been building his eponymous fashion house since his childhood in Atlanta. Maybe one day he’ll be a household name in his hometown.
If there is such a thing as an intentional life, Wes Gordon—the most interesting fashion designer Atlanta has ever produced—is living it. By preschool, he was selecting his mother’s daily outfits for her job at an advertising agency. For his fourth birthday, all he wanted was a suit and a ticket to Phantom of the Opera, and a year later he refused to go to kindergarten without his red suspenders and blue suede bucks.Read more
Four decades after setting the record, the baseball legend may finally be ready to walk off
For Aaron, this is a season of big, round numbers: eighty years on earth, forty years since breaking Babe Ruth’s career home run record. Big, round numbers tend to send reporters and fans scurrying to revisit legends and milestones to remind themselves that a figure of such Rushmorean proportions in American sports is still a flesh-and-blood man among us, and to beg a moment of his time. I was one such beggar.Read more
On the case with Georgia’s top cop, GBI Director Vernon Keenan
“What’s happenin’, my friend?” Vernon Keenan is saying hello to a large, shy-looking man named John Gibson in the Georgia Bureau of Investigation’s main elevator, as the doors open and Keenan steps in. The top of his balding head reaches just past Gibson’s shoulders.Read more
After almost four decades, Pat Conroy delves into the truth about his famously fictionalized father.
Pat Conroy has been writing about his family for forty years, but always with a wispy protective veil of literary license. Devoted fans who have relished every fictional breadcrumb while speculating about the depth of the real-life Conroys’ dysfunction have been waiting a long time for his latest book, The Death of Santini.Read more
Maybe you’ve been to a fundraiser at their house, one of the poshest in Buckhead. Maybe you’ve seen her cheering for the Atlanta Dream, the Women’s NBA team she co-owns. Or maybe you’ve seen him in the news. After all, his company just bought the New York Stock Exchange.
“It sounds preposterous,” the New York Times declared. “A businessman from Atlanta blows into New York and walks off with the colonnaded high temple of American capitalism. No more will New York be the master of the New York Stock Exchange.”Read more
Just south of Macon, there’s a disaster waiting to happen
We live in a world obsessed with its end. The past decade has given us a litany of Revelation-scale misery, or at least the threat of it: 9/11, Katrina, nuclear weapons in the hands of madmen (hello, Kim Jong-un), monster tornadoes, blazing meteors, relentless plagues, hellacious storms.Read more