Racial tension in our schools is an old story.
Author: Charlie Clark
When I drive past Swanson Middle School, the sight of that 1940-vintage gym never fails to trigger memories — youth basketball glories, anguish.
The latest on that shared thoroughfare we call Lee Highway includes visible progress on constructing the new bike-path bridge that dramatizes the border between Arlington and Falls Church. Hail, bridge-builders!
Arlington has been home to many musical luminaries — think Kate Smith, Jim Morrison and Roberta Flack.
My granddaughter Caroline, age 4, who lives a block away, will soon experience her first Christmas from which joyful memories are likely to stick.
She inspired me to delve back to Arlington Christmas scenes that unfolded when I was her age.
If you harbor gripes that our county government gets too ambitious, consider an episode from the 1930s.
School officials tasked with the perpetual jigsaw puzzle of reassigning school zones have stirred new tensions.
Growing up white in north Arlington, schoolmates and I were aware of the African-American enclave of Hall’s Hill — sadly, we were scared to venture there for fear of getting beaten up.
Many Arlingtonians view Amazon as a distant online sales giant soon to upset housing and wage markets when it settles in as Crystal City’s anchor tenant.
But the Seattle corporation knows the value of putting a human face on its presence.
Arlington’s “Hippie High,” as the H-B Woodlawn Secondary program is sometimes dubbed, has broken much new ground in its nearly five decades.