At 10:29 p.m. Monday, summer comes to an end.
Truett Cathy lived an incredible life. It began with a hardscrabble start in Atlanta's West End. It ended with him listed as one of the wealthiest people in America.
I am blessed with lots of people I call friends.
MOULTRIE - For some people, an out-of-town trip is not complete without a visit to a museum or art gallery. For me, it could easily be a visit to a cemetery.
Several books of music claim to be "The Great American Songbook."
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.
I have an assortment of nicknames and titles, but the one I love best is Daddy.
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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