James Gandolfini, whose portrayal of a brutal, emotionally delicate mob boss in "The Sopranos" helped create one of TV's greatest drama series has died.
Everything that had been missing recently from the Rays arrived together Wednesday night at Fenway Park. Good pitching and good hitting.
Hillsborough County officials seemed to throw cold water Wednesday on a proposal to reconstruct the Friendship TrailBridge through a public-private partnership.
The feud between Warren Sapp and Michael Strahan took a fresh turn Wednesday when the Hall of Fame defensive tackle said Strahan wasn't even close to Simeon Rice as a pass rusher.
The Waffle House in Covington, La., has its beat back.
The lines are long, there is no Burt’s Chili, and the bathroom cleaning is clearly low on the priority list. Nonetheless, there’s something comforting about ordering a pecan waffle and hashbrowns, something that makes you think this part of the world is gonna make it.
A waiter who had come in from Georgia to help out told us nine Waffle Houses were completely destroyed and 30 were closed due to damage.
This one was up and running a few days after the storm thanks to a crew from other places. Just like the power linemen, the telephone guys, the cops.
One nation, under God, indivisible.
The best I’ve ever had.
Tribune reporter Ben Montgomery drives north on I-75 behind the wheel of a 24-foot RV which he, photographer Kathy Moore (feet), reporter Baird Helgeson and photographer Crystal Lauderdale will call home at various times over the course of the next week. They spent the first night at Spanish Fort, Ala., at a BP gas station where many refugees from the New Orleans area waited for gas for some 10 hours. The next day, they drove to Dauphin Island, Ala., where they stayed with a resident whose self-constructed home survived the wrath of Hurricane Katrina. The Tampa Tribune crew is heading to the small towns affected by Katrina in search of untold stories in the aftermath of the catastrophic event.
Tribune Photojournalist Kathy Moore in Pass Christian, Mississippi. Crystal L. Lauderdale/Tribune
Gas is gold here in Southern Mississippi. Those who have it are gods. Those who don’t are beggers. We have gas in our tank 19 extra gallons in the RV for our trip.
We parked yesterday off a back road and started refilling the SUV. Someone left the back of the truck open and a man, apparently noticing the rows of red cannisters, pulled up behind us.
Now, this is the gentle south, here in Pass Christian and Long Beach, but there’s a weird, scary feeling these days. I saw in front of a home yesterday a spray painted sign that said “Family and Friends only. Trespassers will be shot.”
Anyhow, the man pulls up, and he looks me in my eyes, right in my eyes, and I walk up to the passenger side window.
“How y’all doing?” I said.
“We need gas,” he said. His kids were in the back seat. “We got food that’s gonna go bad if we don’t get some quick.”
That was 24 hours ago. We still have gas. He does not, unless he got it from somewhere else.
And I’m ashamed.
Reporter Ben Montgomery and photographer Kathy Moore blog on Katrina’s aftermath from areas devastated by the storm.