Seventy years ago Tuesday in Duluth, Minn., Robert Zimmerman was born. He grew up a little north of there in the town of Hibbing. While still in his teens, he moved to New York City. Under the name Bob Dylan, he's been writing and singing songs ever since.
During the many years I spent wandering the country, there were two things I missed most as a Southerner. One was fresh turnip greens. The other was good country sausage. The country sausage you find outside the South isn't worthy of the name. It's bland on all counts. The really good stuff is just great pork, salt and black pepper, cayenne pepper and sage. Lots of flavor and no filler. My version is unusual in that it includes some country ham, which adds depth and richness.
I arrived in Munich about 11 a.m., starving. I was 18, hitchhiking through Europe, and my ride had just dropped me off. My nose immediately detected something wonderful and I followed it to a kiosk selling sausages. I bought a bratwurst that came on a square of waxed paper with a small hard rye roll and a scoop of mustard. Awesome. I had no idea a sausage could taste so good.
Ever since my sister was 12-years-old, she was destined to be a doctor. Well, that's what she told herself, after countless hours spent watching E.R. on sick days and after school. Fast forward a decade, and she's many steps closer to making that dream a reality.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu had lawmakers on Capitol Hill jumping to their feet repeatedly Tuesday to applaud him as he addressed a joint meeting of Congress. For the Israeli leader, it was a chance both to thank them for their unswerving support and to lay down a hard line on any new peace talks with the Palestinians.