This was written in a cave somewhere in Greater Bora Bora. The column was floated across the ocean in an RC Cola bottle to this newspaper. (I have no idea how the editors got it from bottle to print. I assumed that if editors can figure out where commas go, they ought to be able to figure out how to print a column in a bottle.)
Last month's election results were a reminder that, for all its demographic changes, Georgia is still a conservative state.
I spent a good bit of last week trying to pull together a column on the riots in Ferguson, Mo.
On my "To Do" list last week was a reminder to call former Gov. Carl Sanders and see if he had any thoughts on how to get the field at Sanford Stadium named for the University of Georgia's former coach and athletic director Vince Dooley. I knew he would like the idea and perhaps could jerk a few chains I seem to have been unable to rattle thus far.
The death of former Gov. Carl Sanders is a reminder of how much the times and the state he ran during the 1960s have changed.
I was on St. Simons Island last week scarfing down massive amounts of corn-fried shrimp at the exquisite little Georgia Sea Grill when someone came to the table to inquire if Junior E. Lee had finished his analysis of the recent election. That really puffed Junior up when I told him that.
Early in January, Richard Woods will be sworn in as the duly elected superintendent of state schools. He could very well be the last person ever elected to this statewide constitutional office.
"How do you spell relief?" Clue: It's not Alka Seltzer. It's the elections. They're over! Even the losers are breathing easier.
This is a story I shared with some of you a couple of years ago, but given the well-deserved tributes this week to our veterans, it seems an appropriate time to share it with all of you. It is about a terrorist; an honest-to-God terrorist. Not only does he not deny the appellation, he's proud of it.
This was an election for people who enjoy watching reruns on TV.
I called Junior E. Lee and asked when he would have some post-election analysis to share with you.
There were many predictions being made by pundits, analysts and journalists in the weeks before Election Day as Georgia's voters endured a very long campaign season.
Barack Obama has been a disappointment to many Americans, but if you are looking for another attack on the president, forget it. For six years, the Republican Party has done everything in its power to see that his administration failed. This is not a victory. It's an embarrassment.
A wise man once said our only reason for occupying space on this Earth is to leave things better than we found them. Unfortunately, not enough of us will.
For the past few months, I have heard the same question nearly everywhere I go.
My fellow Georgians: In order to keep my national certification as a modest and much-beloved columnist, it is required that I submit to you at the first of every year my State of the Column message. (Yay! Clap! Clap! Clap!)
It's hard to believe that was only President Barack Obama's sixth State of the Union address. It feels like he's given so many more. Maybe that's because the man seems to be constantly talking. And talking. The talking is the background noise of much of the last decade, auditory wallpaper that seems to line the corridors of everyday life.
Gov. Nathan Deal's office released his state budget for fiscal year 2016 late last week, and if you work your way through the numbers in the document you will see a significant turning point in recent state history.
Allen Peake is a man on a mission. The five-term Republican state representative from Macon is the driving force behind proposed legislation to legalize medical marijuana in Georgia.
When Jody Hice and Barry Loudermilk went to Washington last week, they left Georgia with the adulation of tea party activists who had voted to elect them as the new representatives for the 10th and 11th House districts. Hice and Loudermilk discovered quickly that those good feelings aren't guaranteed to last long.
I saw my brother do it when he was a kid. My husband said he did the same thing: spend hours making a model airplane and then one day, set it on fire and launch it from the highest window in the house. All that work, down in flames. Kaput!
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