I saw my brother do it when he was a kid. My husband said he did the same thing: spend hours making a model airplane and then one day, set it on fire and launch it from the highest window in the house. All that work, down in flames. Kaput!
A few more hours and 2014 comes to an end. Then we start all over again.
The Public Service Commission meets today for a semiannual review. I'll be there. I'm anxious to see what the commissioners have to say about cost overruns at Plant Vogtle, Georgia Power's nuclear facility near Waynesboro.
I spent a good bit of last week trying to pull together a column on the riots in Ferguson, Mo.
"How do you spell relief?" Clue: It's not Alka Seltzer. It's the elections. They're over! Even the losers are breathing easier.
Barack Obama has been a disappointment to many Americans, but if you are looking for another attack on the president, forget it. For six years, the Republican Party has done everything in its power to see that his administration failed. This is not a victory. It's an embarrassment.
Human nature has changed little over time, but human behavior has. We no longer burn heretics at the stake or torture animals for sport ... well, not the way we did in the past. At least today we pay lip service to social justice and the rule of law.
I just hung up on another perfectly nice volunteer asking me to send money to a political cause I wholly support. I also dumped a half dozen unopened letters from worthwhile organizations into the recycle bin. I've contributed to some of these groups for over 40 years.
Until I heard her speak at a benefit luncheon, I thought Ronda Rich was a bit of an empty-headed lightweight. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and she has become one of my must-read columnists.
It has been just over two months since I wrote a column about Georgia Power, the Public Service Commission and the construction of two additional nuclear reactors at Plant Vogtle. I can hear President Ronald Reagan's voice now: "There you go again."
Two weeks ago, The Times reported Robin Williams' suicide. I'm sad for a number of reasons, maybe not the same as other people's reasons but just as intense. I am sad because the world lost a gifted comedian. To quote Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who wrote "Laugh and the world laughs with you:"
When it came time to buy a new car (a new used car, in this family), I had very few stipulations: good fuel economy and enough clearance to get up our long mountain driveway. I didn't care about the color, and the fewer bells and whistles the better.
The criteria for a failed state are pretty specific: Loss of authority over the use of force, loss of the authority to make collective decisions, inability to provide public services, and the inability to interact with the international community.
As child, the doctor came to our house if I was ill. Things change. I remember the day I got sick, and my parents bundled me into their car and drove to the doctor's office to see him., Today no one expects a doctor to make house calls.
What's the first thing you do when you find yourself in a hole? Stop digging!
When I came to Georgia in 1955, it was a one-party state. The Democrats were the only game in town. After 1964, when Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Right Act, he told Bill Moyers he'd just delivered the South to the Republicans for the next 50 years. He was right.
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