One thing the housing slowdown has given us is fewer cutely named subdivisions. I love driving through a town and noting the name of developments. In Forsyth County, one of the larger developments is called Polo Fields.
There used to be a scale in front of a store in Social Circle. You could put a penny in the slot by your astrological sign and a little cover would move to reveal your weight and your horoscope.
There used to be an outfit that tried to tell you what season you are. It had a lot to do with what color of clothes best suited you.
As a boy of 17, I decided I wanted to be a political reporter. I didn't have time to wait, so I packed up my tape recorder and headed off to the state Capitol to begin my new career.
I spent several years of my life working in the TV news business. As a result, I am an avid watcher of TV news.
I keep adding to a long list of things that I will one day have to explain to my grandchildren. They are the things that were important parts of our culture that are now becoming extinct.
I don't want to compare myself to Rep. Joe Wilson, but I understand a thing or two about speaking out in public venues.
He was a little boy about 4 years old. I don't know his name, but his face is forever etched in my mind.
Last week, I delivered my annual "State of the Barbecue" address.
I've never been stuck in an elevator, but I'd rather not. I'd also prefer not to get stranded at the top of one of those double-decker Ferris wheels. Even on one of those chance rides with a pretty girl.
I have always been a fan of TV game shows. When I went to school in Social Circle, we lived right across the street from the school and they let me go home for lunch. I would sneak in a few minutes of "Concentration" and "Jeopardy."
When you have children, there are those memorable moments that are etched in your mind. You remember their first steps, the first time they babble something that sounds like "Daddy," their first day of school. The list goes on and on.
Some people tout our state because it is largely nonunion.
It's been 31 years and I have not made it back to a high school reunion.
For far too long, I have been delaying the inevitable project of getting rid of some stuff. We have talked about a yard sale for a long time, but have not quite put it together.
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.
By the time you read this, Halloween will have come and gone.
This may very well be one of the most glorious starts of a fall season. The weather has been beautiful with crystal-clear skies.
Being the first lady of any state is an interesting job.
Corporate America often spends loads of money finding the right name for a product.
In 1842, Felix Mendelssohn wrote his wedding march. It's the one many people use as the recessional at weddings. Felix died in 1847.
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