Tag: Newt Gingrich

On February 9, 2008, I was a day away from turning 29 years-old. I found myself having driven just over three hours south on that Saturday to Norfolk, Virginia, and sitting on a bench in Town Point Park, staring blankly for hours into the Elizabeth River. My grandfather had been stationed in Norfolk during his

Tamar Hallaman wrote an article over the weekend about how the federal earmark ban has come back to haunt us in the form of the Port of Savannah. For those who have known me a while, you know I’m straining really hard not to say the most obvious, childish thing on the planet. No, I’m