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.
After more than 20 years in this area, I have come to know many of the people who shaped this region. Most came from the group that has been called "The Greatest Generation," the veterans of World War II. In the past few days, we lost two great ones.
There is a little dog that lives at our house. Her name is Buttons and in human terms, she is a senior citizen. When I came into her life, she was well into middle age and, like most who reach that point, was set in her ways.
There was a record store on Broad Street in Monroe called the Music and Camera Shop. It was owned by Edward Peters and he carried all the latest 45s and plenty of albums.
In the past few days, the Eastman Kodak Co. announced that its Kodachrome film would be no more.
This is my 19th Father's Day. That is, if you count the one where we were anticipating an arrival in September of 1990.
There is a connection between summer and cars that remains in my mind.
We have more than one television in our house. In fact, there are about as many televisions as there are people.
I remember the days when posters started going up about the arrival of the fair. The poster was in bright neon yellow with a drawing of a big Ferris wheel. Just seeing the word "fair" in big bold letters let you know the big show was coming to town.
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."
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.
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