Richard Hyatt

Richard Hyatt

Studying virtue of vice

Long ago, as a new guy in an old building, I stayed around until the morning newspaper rolled off the press and consumed the clippings in scrapbooks about the cleanup of Phenix City.

Richard Hyatt

Blessed are the backpacks

Blessing the backpacks sounded like a hollow ritual. What meaningful words could a preacher say about a bag filled with unsharpened pencils and blank sheets of notebook paper?

“I found this dog, he rode on my back for over seven miles, how cool is that,” says cyclist. Here’s the even cooler part of the story.

Cyclist Jarrett Little carried a stray, injured dog on his back for more than seven miles during a "routine" Tuesday bike ride with other cyclists. The dog, now named Columbo, is healing and headed to Maine with the women who met and fell for him.