On a recent weekend, my wife and I visited an estate sale. If you've never been to one, an estate sale is a garage sale of dead people's stuff.
I was surprised to hear that the folks who run the Olympics are doing away with wrestling.
There is a commercial on TV for some diet plan. In the spot, the heavy version of a woman is having a conversation with her thin version.
When the first Super Bowl was held in 1967, it wasn't even known by that name. It was called the AFL-NFL World Championship Game. There was no Vince Lombardi Trophy because Lombardi was coaching one of the teams, the Green Bay Packers.
TIFTON - Like many communities in the South, Tifton and the towns nearby had an influx of Jewish merchants in the early part of the 20th century.
Every weekday morning, I take a walk through the Georgia Capitol. There is nothing new about it; in fact, next year the old girl will be 125 years old.
One of the mental games I often play is something I call "What if ..."
I don't know exactly when it happened, but the people who run department stores all got together and assigned labels to people based on their size.
I was always a big fan of Bugs Bunny cartoons. There was a recurring theme where an electronic machine would transfer the brain and voice of Bugs with Daffy Duck, Elmer Fudd or Porky Pig.
Television, especially the 24-hour news channels, has an insatiable appetite for the talking head. The idea is simple: Get someone to appear before a camera and weigh in on the news of the day.
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.
For more than four years, a young fellow named Josh Turner has accompanied me on my ride to Atlanta.
A few weeks ago, I was standing on the porch of someone's home in the mountains. As the sun was going down, I looked out at the beautiful peaks that decorate the northern part of our state.
There is no battle between the observance of Easter and Christmas. But if you're taking a vote, I'm an Easter person.
I married into a family that has generational roots in Gainesville. They go back long before the War of Northern Aggression.
We are a gullible bunch, aren't we?
This column begins as a newspaper column. I'm very happy about that. I like the notion of being a newspaper columnist. I still like to hold the newspaper in my hand and look at it.
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.
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.
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