The game's on the line and the crowd noise is deafening. Snapper and holder do their part, as a lonely placekicker steps forward, into, and through the ball. Amid cheers and groans, defenders leap with joy and the kicker hangs his head. The football falls harmlessly left of target. The victors storm the field.
By now, you may have seen the news that I will run this fall for a seat on the Covington City Council. That means this will be my last column … for a while.
When Americans celebrate Independence Day on July 4, we commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. In reality, the declaration wasn't the spark that lit the fuse of the American Revolution; the first shots were fired in Concord and Lexington more than a year before.
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one's there to hear it, does it make a sound? In a similar vein, if the law requires government transparency, but no one is looking, does transparency matter?
Last weekend, we enjoyed a delightful evening celebrating the surprise news that one of our European friends had become a United States citizen. Married to an American, father of two beautiful children, and living in our community as a legal permanent resident, he surprised us by announcing he had applied for naturalization, passed the necessary examinations, and was sworn in last Friday.
My favorite memory of my father isn't a memory at all - or, at least it's not mine. It's a tale told years ago by his older sister about Dad's first day at elementary school in the south Georgia town where they were born.
Last week, while defending raises for Covington officials, I criticized East Ward council members and the mayor for not seeking training and networking to inform their decision making. In an editorial preceding my column, The Covington News called out some council members for micromanaging city affairs. I share that view, and it is this combination of under-informed over-involvement that concerns me.
Local press and the general public are worked up over raises the Covington City Council quietly voted themselves and the mayor last year. It was the right thing to do, but the wrong way to do it. More important, though, the fussing is missing the bigger point.
While you were riding out the storm last Sunday, I was putting bicycles on the rooftop rack of our car. It was raining, but I'd been tracking radar and hourly forecasts all day. It was now or never.
Single and lonely in a new neighborhood, a guy invites his neighbors to a drop-in party. With ample food and drink, he sits alone as party time comes and goes.
I was conversing with a couple of friends this week, each of whom expressed frustration and disappointment at having been wronged recently in a business transaction.
My wife and I have been vacationing the past week in south Florida. On the first night of the eight-day trip, we took the hotel clerk's dinner recommendation and headed to the restored riverfront in historic Fort Myers.
When I finished high school, I left my childhood behind. It was an unconscious decision, but one I recognize now was necessary for me to evolve into the person I was meant to be.
Local philathropist, gentleman and sage Pierce Cline was well known for the life lessons he learned himself and taught to others through wanderings along the Appalachian Trail.
This isn't as easy as it looks - this putting together of ~750 words with a coherent thought every week.