When I was a kid in Social Circle, our town doctor used to make an ice sculpture of sorts when it got really cold.
Back in the days before the interstate highway system would take you where you needed to go, we used to take a cross-country route to Jekyll Island or to visit family in Jacksonville, Fla.
Forecasting the weather is a job I wouldn't want. If you predict rain and it doesn't, folks chuckle and go on their way. If you predict a blizzard and it doesn't happen, folks will stop just short of calling for a lynch mob.
Somewhere along the way, we will explain to future generations how gasoline once cost about 35 cents a gallon and how someone would pump it for you, check your tires and oil and wipe off your windshield.
I remember the night Martin Luther King Jr. was killed.
Funeral and wedding songs are often the subject of much discussion, particularly after the event.
The year begins with outstanding news: A University of Georgia junior has discovered a cure for kudzu.
It is the season of those wonderful New Year's resolutions. I don't know what bothers me the most, making them or breaking them.
In what would be the final years of her life, I often asked my mother what she wanted for Christmas. The reply was often the same: "I just want my children around me."
The last time I checked, a day is still 24 hours and it still takes the Earth about 365 days to go around the sun.
Sometime in the next few days, radio stations will start playing Christmas music. A friend of mine suggested I write a column about recording artists associated with a Christmas song. So here I go.
One song says to "Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One."
Somewhere in grade school, I learned water freezes at 32 degrees. If the temperature outside is below 32 degrees, there is a good chance that if there is precipitation, it may be or become frozen.
Somehow, we have melded Memorial Day, Independence Day and Veterans Day into days of recognizing all who have worn the uniform of our country.
I married into a family that has generational roots in Gainesville. They go back long before the War of Northern Aggression.
I remember going to places such as Six Flags and Stone Mountain when I was a kid. I was always fascinated with the key chains, pencils and bike tags with names on them.
We are a gullible bunch, aren't we?
This column begins as a newspaper column. I'm very happy about that. I like the notion of being a newspaper columnist. I still like to hold the newspaper in my hand and look at it.
Sometimes, when I gripe about slow computers or cellphones that don't do what they are supposed to do, I think about how far we have come in my lifetime.
In an earlier time, we used to celebrate the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln in February. Now, we have combined them into one day to honor all presidents of the United States.
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