The network morning shows only have news for about the first 30 minutes. From that point on they launch into everything from how to cure a hangnail to picking a couple to have a wedding on a New York street corner.
Two score and eight years ago, a fine doctor and my namesake, Thomas Harris, debuted me at the Georgia Baptist Hospital.
The name of Earle Hagen may not ring a bell, but you more than likely know his music.
The old girl died in a fire in February. We finally buried her this week. She was laid to rest in a landfill.
My earliest business venture was operating a shoe-shine box in Johnny O'Kelly's barber shop in Social Circle. It was two-chair shop with Johnny and Mr. Aub McClain.
Each week, I write this column by Thursday around noon. Newspapers have deadlines and I just can't send this out on the information superhighway at the last minute.
Hugh Jarrett was quintessentially cool.
Maj. Kevin Jarrard will be spending this Christmas in his second tour in Iraq with Lima Company, 3rd Battalion, 23rd Marines, a Marine Corps Reserve unit headquartered in Montgomery, Ala.
The phone rang the other day and on the other end of the line was none other than Big Buddy.
Years ago, when I was working in television, we were just getting into electronic graphics. We had a little gizmo that would flash someone's name up on the screen at the directed time.
We still made use of slides. A guy would make slides of a reporter's name and the call letters and channel number of the station using a hot-type press with white letters on a black poster board.
Mama was never one to pass up a good roadside junk pile. She had a station wagon and could load up an old lawn mower or a broken lamp in no time.
I sometimes marvel that I made it through childhood without a bike helmet, safety goggles or the evaluation of my neighborhood by the Consumer Products Safety Commission.
I like advertising.
Thanksgiving Day in 1995 was a bit different.
My brother and his family were elsewhere, my daughter was with her mother and it was just me and Mama.
Have you ever known people who just looked their part in life?
We were never people with fancy cars. Our first family car was a 1955 Chrysler with lots of chrome. It was a big thing.
In recent days, I have seen pictures of children beginning their first days of school.
I can't see or hear as well as I used to, but my nose seems to work pretty well. The trouble is, things don't smell like they used to.
Death is the one event in life that will eventually happen. It is also the one for which we are least prepared.
If you have a fancy house and your refrigerator has wooden panels to make it look like the rest of your cabinets, you can stop reading.
I've never been good at crazes. Some of them were over before I found out.
Summer is the season that gives us so many good memories, especially from our childhood.
In my early days of Sunday school, I remember hearing about Paul and Silas, who were singing and praising the Lord in prison.
I don't know if I ever called Tom Robertson by his first name, except on the radio.
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