As neighbors go, I don't know that you could have had a better one than Claude Bagwell. He died last week at the age of 91. I don't know many men who legitimately wear the label Renaissance man, but Claude could and did. I don't know that he ever found an insurmountable mechanical challenge. He was one of those men with a plethora of skills. Over a half century ago, he made the prototype ...
This year is leap year, which means we have an extra day on the calendar. It happens this week.
I go to my fair share of funerals. Some of them are related to my work, others are folks I have known and cared for.
The folks at Amazon.com have released information they claim makes certain cities in the U.S. more romantic than others.
Someone on Facebook, the source of all things true, posted a map of a survey that determined what term folks apply to fizzy soft drinks.
I am often asked if I have a favorite column among all of the hundreds I have written.
Getting old is not a sport for the faint of heart. To be honest, a faint heart is often one of the telltale signs of getting old. I am not my heart's best friend. Today, I enjoyed a pork chop that was close to 2 inches thick at a place called "This Little Piggy" (ironically, that is the same thought that comes to mind when I look at my jowly countenance in the mirror). It ...
LUDOWICI - The name Cecil Nobles is not a household word in most of Georgia, but if you asked folks around here, everybody knew him.
In the 1950s, there was no Zell Miller Highway to zip folks from the Atlanta area to the mountains. There were two reasons for that: Zell had not been elected to anything and was not yet worthy of the designation and, secondly, nice paved four-lane highways were just starting to appear in the big city. It was 1956 before we started building the interstate highway system.
I opened the mail the other day and found that a dear friend had sent me a newspaper clipping from 30 years ago.
There is something both sad and wonderful about Christmas Day. If you were expecting wonderful and magical things to happen on this day, it either did or it didn't.
We bought a can of gold spray paint this week. My mama would have been proud. I don't know if it is a Southern thing, but gold spray paint was as much a part of Christmas at our house as Santa and the reindeer. Mama thought certain homemade Christmas decorations looked better with a coating of gold. Most notably among them, pine cones. Mama painted many a pine cone and added a touch of silver ...
I've been singing in somebody's choir for most of my life. It all began when I was four at Beecher Hills Baptist Church in Atlanta. We wore fluffy little choir robes with a little bow on the front.
I have a radio in my office that displays the names of the songs that are playing on the radio. One day this week, I had the sound turned off but the song titles were still there.
John Jacobs set a standard for giving back to his community that few will ever match. He went off to college and left to go to war. He came back a decorated war hero who wanted nothing more than to become a contributing citizen in his hometown. He succeeded well. There were a few eras of radio in Georgia. There was a handful of pioneering stations that signed on during the 1920s, as radio was ...
Years ago, I remember when stores had only one or two displays of sunglasses. One was usually Foster Grant and the other was Polaroid. It seems there were only a half dozen styles and a few colors.
WINSLOW, Ariz.- U.S. 66, better known as Route 66, was once called names like "The Mother Road" and "The Main Street of America."
BLACKFOOT, Idaho - All across the countryside are unique little museums paying tribute to one thing or another.
The official name is now Disruptive Mood Dysregulation Disorder. We used to call it a temper tantrum.
College football coaches often find themselves being pitchmen for everything from soft drinks to pickup trucks.
The graduation season is upon us and with it comes songs we only hear at commencement exercises.
At just about every college you can think of, there is a tradition uniquely identified with the football team. Some of them are historic while others are almost hysterical.
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