Oh, Al. Oh, Tipper. Why? Why? Why? Why'd you go and split up after 40 years? You're an institution! You're a couple held up to us as a forever-in-love, forever-meant-to-be pair. You created that image for us, and we bought it. Tipper, those adoring blue eyes just above that turned up tip of a nose were always cast upward at your handsome husband, and you seemed to really mean it. Al, that kiss you planted on your pert wife on worldwide television at the 2000 political convention made women world-over do a sharp intake. And those four ...
I ran across an article about the "victory" gardens during both World War I and World War II. With contaminated food from distant sources and the benefits of local agriculture, I thought about urging everyone to have a "victory" garden, whether large or small.
A friend mentioned in conversation yesterday that his new employment situation is not working out quite as expected. He had left a secure job and moved to a small business, but the new venture was not proceeding as planned. As a way to change the course of the business, my friend has proposed a few ideas and options to the business owner. He is waiting to see what will happen.
A couple of months ago a guy named Roger Nixon dropped by the house. My wife's dog let me know an unfamiliar pickup was in the driveway, so I ambled out to see who it was. Roger was taken aback, as the balding, fat guy holding the coffee cup in no way resembled the man he'd come to see.
If I had a nickel for every time I've heard someone propose term limits as the solution for every political problem that faces us, I could have retired long ago to that cabin in the North Georgia mountains.
Kathy Cox has resigned as State School Superintendent to take a new job in Washington. I have no way of knowing who will win the job this fall, but I do know that what public education lacks more than dollars is a strong and effective advocate. No one - not Cox, not the State Board of Education, not the Georgia School Board Association, not the Georgia Association of Educators and the Professional Association of Georgia Educators, not the Georgia School Superintendents Association, not the charter school groups, not the city and county school boards, not the governor, not the General Assembly ...
When I told my wife that I was writing a column about something I'd never own, she gave me that line about never saying never. So, I explained that I was talking about a pair of black leather pants. She stopped eating, looked across the table, and said, "OK. You've got a good point." She remembers my black-leather-pants period, and she knows it's a sore subject. I'm never going to own a pair of black leather pants. Not even for a weekend.
When I was a kid, the fence that separated the black section of the Covington City Cemetery from the white section was directly behind my house. In the 1970s the city paved a new road from the end of the black section, and connected it to where the white folks are buried. That created a great deal of new foot traffic, and a little automobile traffic, that had never existed before, directly behind the house. I recall coming home from college and hearing people walk and drive by. It was new and remarkable.
I don't give a flip whether Jason Carter is elected to the Georgia state senate or not. He won't represent me because I don't live in Georgia's 42nd district. What I do care about is that his grandfather, Jimmy Carter, is at it again.
It's sad to say, but last Thursday was my last class day of Leadership Newton County. As I wrote in my last column - the one about the Covington Fire Department kicking my tail - our last class day focused on public safety.
We began our day at the Covington Fire Department, where Chief Don Floyd graciously provided our class with Chick-fil-A biscuits and coffee. Food is the way to a Leadership class member's heart. While eating breakfast Chief Floyd and Newton County Fire Deputy Chief Tim Smith explained the history and composition of both departments. Last year the city ...
The House worked through two more legislative days last week, and the final two days will be this week. The days are spaced out to give the Senate sufficient time to deliberate on the budget, which the House passed the previous week. Then a conference committee will need time to work through differences between the two versions that inevitably result. We considered 28 bills and resolutions on the floor, along with dozens of reviews and conferences to iron out differences between House and Senate versions of various measures.
April 28, 2010|
Recently, my youngest son looked at me, rubbed his face and said, "I need to start shaving." I tried not to snicker, but then he's only 11 years old. While he might have a whisker or two hiding on his face, there's no way he's ready for a sharp blade and a handful of foam. Besides, I remember all too well what it was like when I took up shaving at the ancient age of 14. He's way too young for that kind of carnage and blood loss.