A thinking person could easily believe we're going crazy in this country. For example, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) is seriously considering lifting the ban on cellphone usage in planes flying above 10,000 feet.
You know they're coming. There's no place to run, there's no place to hide, and they'll come whether you're ready or not.
Chris Smith won unopposed in November 2009 for an East Ward city council seat. The election date, he says, was exactly 150 years after his great-grandfather Robinson won the same seat. His grandfather, Carl Smith, was next on city council, followed by Carl's son, Billy, Chris's father.
Season creep is in full swing. It's that unique point in the year when three badly timed holidays - Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas - battle for shelf space and our always-limited attention.
My sister recently had surgery for a deviated septum and came home with splints up her nose and a bandage designed by an architect. A couple of days later, her 4-year-old grandson walked in the door, took a look and said, "Looks like you had a bad day." Indeed.
Candidate debates have created many memorable moments in American history, many of them arising from the televised debates of the 20th and 21st centuries.
When was the last time you felt really stupid? Stupid, as in, "I wish I were invisible." Stupid, as in, "What was I thinking?" Stupid, as in, "I must have been out of my mind." Or stupid, as in, "I didn't really say that, did I?"
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The ghostly visage of a grand four-columned, two-story home alone in a broad field of alfalfa appears in a photograph likely taken sometime in the first quarter of the 20th century. It sat beyond the eastern edge of Covington, now at the end of Floyd Street and behind the Newton County Library, but at the time the house was built -sometime between 1910 and 1918, it is thought - Floyd Street went only as far ...
My head spins. My eyes cross. My neck tightens. I find it hard to draw a deep breath, and my hands tremble uncontrollably.
If there were a Vogue magazine for cities, Covington would have been on its cover Wednesday. There couldn't have been a finer day for showcasing our little burg to 50or so state officials, downtown professionals, developers and foundation representatives who arrived for the Heart and Soul bus tour.
Last week, I wrote about how current affairs and catastrophes in this world -outside our ability to predict or comprehend - suggest to some that we surrender all pretense of control and turn to things of the spirit - those things that change not despite the contractions and contortions of the world: love, truth, compassion, care and forgiveness.
Waiting. And waiting. And waiting. It's a part of life as surely as breathing, eating, drinking and sleeping. Sometimes it seems we spend half our days waiting for something expected to occur. We wait for the phone to ring with some news, good or bad. We wait for the mail truck to arrive. We wait for the cleaning to be ready. We wait for the bill to come so that it can be paid with ...
Pat Conroy's latest book is one of my favorites. It's entitled "My Reading Life," and in 15 chapters, he recounts all of those individuals, starting with his mother, and teachers of one sort or another who taught him the love of language, the power in words and the ability of books to change lives. Those lessons have defined and driven his life.
Most everybody around here knows 95-year-old Charlie King, and if you don't know him personally, you've at least heard of Newton County's amiable historian emeritus. Oh, the tales he can tell about almost anyone and everything that's gone on in town since he was born here in 1915.
The first time I saw the little black dog, he was a blur streaking down the street past our house with our black and white border collie in hot pursuit.
The word "family" usually evokes only the warmest and fondest feelings of which we are capable.
The world - this planet - is said to be increasing its speed of spinning and also rotating on its axis. What that means long term is beyond my humble ken, but I'm wondering how this might be impacting our daily lives. If the world is spinning faster and faster, does that mean our days are spinning by ...
The Georgia immortalized by Ray Charles' matchless rendition of "Georgia on My Mind" is hard to quantify.
It's the season of hearts and flowers, wine and chocolate, mushy cards or, better yet, jewelry.
Civic duty calls, and I find myself a member of the citizens committee created to push for the continuation of the one-cent Special Purpose Local Option Sales Tax on March 15.
The maddening goings-on in Congress are often blamed on "Inside the Beltway" thinking, meaning people who live and work inside the road that encircles Washington are out of touch with the rest of America.
Did you set out when you were young with the sure belief that you were going to change the world?