WASHINGTON - There is something about visiting the president's house that leaves one in awe. I had a chance to go to the White House on the regular tour for the purpose of seeing the Christmas decorations.
The generation that came before me in my family is now a mighty slim lot. My mother and father both came from among four siblings, two boys and two girls on my mother's side and four boys on dad's.
My Dad and all his brothers are gone.
About 12 years ago, I was the manager of a hotel in Hiawassee. It was located right next to the Georgia Mountain Fairgrounds and most of the country music acts appearing there would stay at our place.
I've been doing what I do for a long time. The stories I've written cover everything from movie stars to folks living on the street.
When I saw the return address, I rolled my eyes.
The state of Georgia has a bunch of authorities that regulate everything from toll roads to technology.
Just before five this morning, the seasons should have changed. The autumnal equinox was scheduled to take place at 4:51 a.m.
We, in the newspaper world, are very careful not to say something happened before it did. I have to write this stuff a few days ahead of when it arrives at your place.
For the first few years of my life, I was a television remote control. My parents would tell me what channel they wanted and off I scampered to change it.
In those days, we had a set of rabbit ears and changing the channel often meant an adjustment of the "aerial" to make it come in better.
There has been a lot written lately about people and their preachers, particularly folks who want to be president of the United States.
Every now and then, there is a sequel in this section of newspaper real estate I get to occupy.
Miracle is one of those words we use a little too easily.
When my daughter, Ashton, was about 4, we would to go to a department store on a weeknight and embark on a game of pretend.
Bill Gaither is one of the nice guys in the music business.
I came along in the era when they quit teaching Latin. My Latin is limited to e pluribus unum and my favorite, sine die.
The new governor of New York, David Paterson, decided after taking office that he would go ahead and confess all of his sins. It was a pretty good list. Before it was over he had 'fessed up to everything except burying Jimmy Hoffa and kidnapping the Lindbergh baby.
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.
When I was a kid in Social Circle, our town doctor used to make an ice sculpture of sorts when it got really cold.
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.
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.
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