Bummer. I just learned that I did not win the Nobel Peace Prize again this year. This is getting old. I was so confident this time that I had my tuxedo pressed and new laces put in my Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star high-top sneakers.
The political disappointments in today's government abound. The national debt is out of control, the ideological divides are gaping, and the government has been shut down for more than a week. The average person has not yet felt the effects of the shutdown, but the concern for our nation's future is clear. Just about everyone has an opinion, but it's hard to find the real factors that must be considered in the current economic environment.
My recent "do-it-yourself" oil change debacle brought me to a painful crossroads: Do I keep fiddling with this myself, or do I let a professional help me?
Not long ago, the conventional wisdom in official Washington held that the so-called sequester spending cuts would be a disaster for the Republican Party. People were expected to rise up in vehement protest once the "cuts" went into effect.
Tradeoffs apply to our economic lives as well as our political lives. That means that getting more of one thing requires giving up something else. Let's look at some examples.
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?"
The current budget impasse might have made you a bit blue. Ups and downs are normal in life, but when the potential of a debt default is the news, it's easy to forget the ups.
After a friend told me she had waited 3½ hours recently to get her Georgia driver's license renewed and then had to deal with a clerk that could have passed for a robot - and an unhelpful one, at that - I thought this to be a typical example of a bunch of government bureaucrats who don't care because they don't have to.
The World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C., was barricaded following the government shutdown, yet veterans of the Greatest Generation have ignored the law by breaking down fortifications and forcing entry into the Memorial.
My earliest Fourth of July memories include fireworks, flags, barbecue and parades. Not watching parades, being in them.
The Fourth of July may be just a holiday for fireworks to some people. But it was a momentous day for the history of this country and the history of the world.
Exactly a week ago, Covington was bracing for a storm as dusk was coming on. Tree-bending winds whipped through town, thunder made the rafters shudder, and we expected a torrent of rain to follow, possibly a damaging combination of heavy rain and hail and ferocious winds.
Donna and I have rejoined the 21st century. No more weekly trips to the Laundromat: We've bought a washer and dryer. Our little cottage in the woods dates from about 1950, and the washer and dryer connections apparently were added later to the workshop on the carport. The washer has to go in at an angle to fit, but it works. It's hot out there, the spiders are scary, and there's no room to fold ...
I don't think it is an understatement to say that when it comes to public education in Georgia, school teachers don't have much faith in the Legislature.
Our normally chaotic household of five has been reduced to a family of three this week. It has been so very odd, and so unusually quiet, with Eli in Florida with his grandparents and Zach away at camp. Poor little Jonah keeps toddling around, asking for his "Zzzat" and "E-la-la" and I know he must be wondering where the heck they vanished to. Of course, not even two yet, he doesn't understand their absence.
Over the years I often heard my father say that a newspaper was such a resilient business that it would never falter even if he had a monkey as publisher.
Whether you are the farmer or a parent driving your child to Little League ball games, the rising cost of fuel is having an impact on your life and pocketbook.
This year marks a half-century for me in the newspaper business. I started out at age 13 as a news carrier, and I was probably the worst one the old Evening Capital ever had. I was saved by a grizzled and kindly old circulation manager who put me to work at 14 inserting and delivering papers and walking the publishers big Chesapeake Retriever. In my 50 years I have seen our industry undergo more changes ...
"Hope I die before I get old." The Who's Roger Daltrey didn't and neither did most of the baby boom generation. It seems as if a bunch of them were present on Tuesday for the Newton County Board of Commissioners meeting so they could take a stand against any tax increase.Look at the picture of the meeting that ran in the newspaper on Wednesday and is with the online story about the meeting at covnews.com. ...
It should have been a simple evening based on a casual suggestion that six of us go out to dinner on a Wednesday night. But it turned out to be anything but simple.
I had the occasion not long ago to read Daniel Pink's "A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future" (Penguin Books, 2005) and Tony Wagner's "The Global Achievement Gap" (Basic Books, 2008). What follows are Pink's thesis, Wagner's compliment, and implications for K-12 education.
Donna and I have been without a washer and dryer in the house almost eight months, now. We left our washer and dryer in our old house in Augusta, figuring we'd buy new appliances when we got a home of our own. But we're still renting and we're still waiting. And while we're waiting, the clothes pile up. I'm reusing towels. Shirts and pants are getting a second wearing, too. I draw the line at ...
Two of my favorite school teachers, grandson Nicholas Wansley and Mandy Bragg, were married last week. It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. I pray their marriage will be as happy as they, their families and friends were on that special day.
Maybe it's a general character flaw shared by many, but I hate to get rid of a cherished old car, no matter how much trouble it causes me.