By mid-September, dirt should be moving on the latest Tennessee Riverwalk extension that will connect St. Elmo to the rest of the system, which stretches all the way to the Chickamauga Dam.
Five years and a name change later, Gina Johnson is ready to do some good for the community with her St. Elmo salon. Previously named Gina’s Hair Galleria, the new name, Mane Event Salon, is catchier, she said.
A musician’s legacy often lives on much longer than the musician themself.
As Olga de Klein lined up for her UTC graduation ceremony in 2011, she looked like most of her peers clad in black robes and wearing square hats.
In the midst of all Brainerd’s ongoing zoning plans and new development, midTown wants to have a little fun with a festival.
Bi-Lo shoppers in Brainerd are feeling left out.
Closer parking. Faster shopping. Less noise.
It doesn’t have to be the Tour de France.
When Tennessee Temple left Highland Park, Chattanooga Neighborhood Enterprise saw the old dormitories and vacant lots as an opportunity to enhance a historic neighborhood.
On the morning of Aug. 16, the outfielders in the Chattanooga Lookouts’ AT&T Field won’t be watching for hurtling baseballs. Instead, they’ll be doing poses like down dog, warrior and maybe even tree.
Almost 50 years ago, Howard High School outgrew its campus, forcing some of the students to break off into a second African-American high school in downtown Chattanooga. Located in what now is Chattanooga School for the Arts and Sciences, Riverside High School was the second alma mater for some students.
Lookout Mountain Commission is adding two new faces after last Thursday’s election. Lookout Mountain voters chose newcomers James E. Bentley Jr. and Brooke Pippenger, who both beat out one-term commissioner Ernie Minges.
As the City Council prepares for its anticipated vote on a new sound ordinance next week, more noise than usual is coming from the area surrounding Track 29.
“You’ll have to go on the waiting list” isn’t the response Jamie Gavlenski wants to give when homebound seniors call asking for a ride to their doctor’s appointments.
This summer, the sound of half a dozen African drums beating in unison came from some rather unexpected places — and people.