As a former bookstore owner, I lived my life around a love of the printed word. But when an inexplicable disorder struck, I lost that—and just about everything else. It has taken me years, but I’m finally getting to the part with the happy ending.
It was an “everybody remembers where they were” moment. The devastating explosion in a quiet suburb shattered lives. Ten years on, we revisit the tragedy and the people who rose to the occasion in unprecedented ways.
If you grew up on barn-door hoops and Bob Knight, chances are that NIL makes you want to throw a chair. Instead, you might need to take a seat: The concept of college athletes earning some cash off the court is likely here to stay.