In recent days, the world's oldest person, Besse Cooper of Monroe, died at the age of 116.
This is the time of year that we associate with being good. Children are on their best behavior in anticipation of a visit from Santa, grown-ups develop a child-like kindness that extends to others and it seems that we get along a little better.
I don't subscribe to the Mayan calendar, but for those who do, we have fewer than three weeks before the whole world comes to an end on Dec. 21.
It's official: The Christmas holiday season is under way. Although many tried to push it forward, I don't think you can begin to celebrate Christmas until Santa Claus makes his way into New York's Herald Square during the big Thanksgiving parade.
This is the season that we should be thankful for all of our blessings. The way I see it, if your day is spent on the green side of the grass, you have been blessed.
It didn't seem like a big deal when I was a kid. There would be some event around Veterans Day and they would ask all the veterans to stand. Nearly every man in the room would stand. It just seemed normal that everybody's dad had worn the uniform of our country.
I don't know if television has really given us more than a glance at the damage that occurred as a result of Superstorm Sandy. Every time I see a home that has been leveled or water flowing through places it isn't supposed to, I want to do something.
Krystal, the Chattanooga-based fast-food restaurant famous for its square hamburger, offered burgers recently for a quarter each.
Prior to this month, Cindy Williams had never set foot in Georgia, but she knows a thing or two about things Southern.
When I was 15, I decided I was a reporter. This was based on a couple of bylines in the local paper.
My parents were born into families that didn't own an automobile. My dad was just 4 when his father suddenly died. His most vivid remembrance of his dad's passing was getting to ride in a car for the first time.
I have interviewed my fair share of celebrities over the years, but never one nicer than Andy Williams.
My ears perked up when I heard that Dodge was bringing back the Dart, a model that was last around in 1976.
I remember that night in January 1991 when allied forces began bombing Iraq. CNN, which was the only cable news channel at the time, had correspondents in Baghdad and they had pictures of the missiles as they destroyed targets in Iraqi territory.
September used to mean something. Now, it seems relegated to being just another month on the calendar.
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.
The year begins with outstanding news: A University of Georgia junior has discovered a cure for kudzu.
It is the season of those wonderful New Year's resolutions. I don't know what bothers me the most, making them or breaking them.
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