First, an explanation as to why I am not talking about the elections this week. It is called a deadline. This column runs in a number of major markets around the state, from Rocky Face to Rincon to Sugar Hill. To ensure that all my loyal readers are treated equally, there have to be deadlines.
Where in the world is George? I'm not talking about George W. I know where that George is. He has donned his flight suit and is preparing to jet to Wall Street where he will land in front of the empty Merrill Lynch building festooned with a "Mission Accomplished" banner.
Leave it to my friend and counselor, Skeeter Skates, owner of Skeeter's Tree Stump Removal and Plow Repair in Greater Metropolitan Pooler, to shake me out of my doldrums.
I haven't cared much for the French since some weenie named Jean-Paul Monchau came to Atlanta a few years ago as France's consul general. He'd barely unpacked his bags before he announced that he intended to have the state of Georgia declare a moratorium on capital punishment and that he intended to see that the moratorium became permanent.
After the unexpected death of my beloved grandson, Zack Wansley, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this anymore. Twitting inept politicians, know-it-all media, smug entertainers, greedy CEOs and the terminally humorless seemed absurdly irrelevant.
Even though she won $1 million for charity, I was not pleased with state School Superintendent Kathy Cox's decision to appear on Fox Network's "Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?"
Want to know how Democratic strategists reacted to John McCain's selection of Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska as his running mate? Let's listen in and hear for ourselves:
When my alma mater, BellSouth, was absorbed by Southwestern Bell, aka the "new" AT&T in 2006, then-BellSouth CEO F. Duane Ackerman said, "Technology changes and convergence are shaping a new competitive dynamic and creating tremendous opportunity."
I have just returned from taking grandson Nicholas Wansley to Scotland with his grandma to visit the land of her ancestors. I would have taken him to visit my ancestors except I don't have any idea where they are.
It never fails. Just let me say one nice thing about the great state of Georgia and I get letters from people who, (a) live in the state but, (b) are originally from a state north of the Mason-Dixon Line that, (c) they think is better than the state in which they now reside.
Bennie Fowler represents everything that is good about this country, so it is not surprising that American-headquartered Ford Motor Co. has him in a key position to help the company in its turnaround efforts.
It was 10 years ago this month that the Atlanta Business Chronicle asked me to write a column giving my view of Atlanta two years after the 1996 Centennial Olympic Games. I had been the managing director of communications and government relations for the Atlanta Committee for the Olympic Games and the paper wanted to know how I thought the city had changed after hosting the world. Or had it changed at all? ...
Are we Georgians a privileged group or what? Here we sit in the greatest state in the union with its majestic mountains; beautiful beaches; the oldest state-chartered university in the nation located in Athens, the Classic City of the South; sweet Vidalia onions and more barbecue than we can eat.
No good deed goes unpunished. Recently I mentioned that Sen. Saxby Chambliss wanted to hear from you regarding your thoughts on the current energy crisis. A lot of you wrote him, and many of you sent me a copy. I found your letters a lot more thoughtful than the reply you received from the senator's office. To call the response a "form letter" would demean form letters.
This is a story of two good men. Separated in age by several decades and in geography by several thousand miles, but with much in common: Successful careers, devoted family men, veterans, athletes, men of high character. Both with a love for the University of Georgia. Both are my friends.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Last week, family and friends gathered in the small town of Chattahoochee Hills, south of Atlanta, to celebrate a life well-lived. Our late grandson, Zack Wansley, was honored at the dedication of "Zack's Glade," a pristine and picturesque piece of Cochran Mill Park near where he died while training for the Atlanta Marathon in 2008.
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