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.
Are you normally a pessimist or an optimist? I say "normally" because I don't know too many optimists right now, what with our current economic, political and social mess. But, think back to when things were normal - like when you were polishing your brand new '57 Chevy. Were you an optimist back then, or were you a pessimist? It's something to think about. Personally, I've concluded that I might be a borderline optimist with just a dash of pessimism. Or, I might be a mild pessimist with heavy traces of optimism. I'm just not sure. I ...
The last time I heard someone utter, "Don't worry - no one will ever know," the response was, "What are you smoking, crack?"
The crack comment was not meant literally, but figuratively. It made its point: Don't assume that you can get away with something; people do find out, and you have to think through decisions. The result: The action suggested was not taken - success.
Sometimes the pace of life seems a bit too frenetic. When things I cannot control greatly outnumber things over which I think I have influence, I find it soothing to pause and examine what other folks were dealing with on this particular date throughout recorded history.