I'm not quite ready to go and change jobs, but I had a glimpse this week of a potential career that I might have pursued.
The Optimist Club in Forsyth County invited me over this week to be their speaker. I knew it was a group of optimists because of the sign and the fact that they meet at 7 in the morning. You have to be an optimist to be willing to listen to someone speak that early in the morning.
Technology, in my opinion, has ruined the road trip.
The network morning shows only have news for about the first 30 minutes. From that point on they launch into everything from how to cure a hangnail to picking a couple to have a wedding on a New York street corner.
Two score and eight years ago, a fine doctor and my namesake, Thomas Harris, debuted me at the Georgia Baptist Hospital.
The name of Earle Hagen may not ring a bell, but you more than likely know his music.
The old girl died in a fire in February. We finally buried her this week. She was laid to rest in a landfill.
My earliest business venture was operating a shoe-shine box in Johnny O'Kelly's barber shop in Social Circle. It was two-chair shop with Johnny and Mr. Aub McClain.
Each week, I write this column by Thursday around noon. Newspapers have deadlines and I just can't send this out on the information superhighway at the last minute.
Maj. Kevin Jarrard will be spending this Christmas in his second tour in Iraq with Lima Company, 3rd Battalion, 23rd Marines, a Marine Corps Reserve unit headquartered in Montgomery, Ala.
The phone rang the other day and on the other end of the line was none other than Big Buddy.
Years ago, when I was working in television, we were just getting into electronic graphics. We had a little gizmo that would flash someone's name up on the screen at the directed time.
We still made use of slides. A guy would make slides of a reporter's name and the call letters and channel number of the station using a hot-type press with white letters on a black poster board.
Mama was never one to pass up a good roadside junk pile. She had a station wagon and could load up an old lawn mower or a broken lamp in no time.
I sometimes marvel that I made it through childhood without a bike helmet, safety goggles or the evaluation of my neighborhood by the Consumer Products Safety Commission.
I like advertising.
There were times in my life when my mama said those four words that needed no further explanation: "Because I said so."
As the Atlanta Braves opened their home season, it was a time to remember the night 40 years ago when Henry Aaron landed a ball just beyond the fence at Atlanta Stadium to pass Babe Ruth as the all-time home-run leader.
It amazes me sometimes how little people know about our state.
Mark Green and I have an agreement about reaching the finish line of life. The one of us who gets there first will fulfill the other's last wishes.
If you like standard time, then this is the week you better drink it in. On March 9, we will set our clocks forward and begin observing daylight saving time.
The pharmaceutical companies spend a fortune on what is called DTC or direct-to-consumer advertising.
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