What's the first thing you do when you find yourself in a hole? Stop digging!
Since my girlfriend couldn't get a reservation for us at the San Diego Hilton, she assumed the next closest hotel to the conference she was attending would be equally swell, something called the Hard Rock Hotel.
In my home hangs a photograph of a rather large and deep hole on the side of an asphalt road. It is the aftermath of an Improvised Explosive Device - or in more simple terms, a homemade bomb - that went off just as the Humvee in which I was riding passed over it.
When Nicolai "Nico" Calabria was born, his mother phoned her sister. Excitedly, she told the new aunt about the baby's blond curls and blue eyes, that he weighed 6 pounds 7 ounces. Then she added, "He only has one leg."
Norm Woodel is one of those people in the world of politics whose face may not be that well known, but whose voice is right in the thick of it.
I have said it before but it bears repeating: If I don't qualify for heaven (a distinct possibility), my preferred alternates are: a. Athens, Ga., on a crisp fall Saturday afternoon; b. Athens, Ga., on a warm spring day; or c. Athens, Ga., on any day.
It all seemed to be breaking the right way for Rep. Jack Kingston after the Senate Republican primary.
Does anybody actually listen to robo phone calls?
Before the start of the 1996 Centennial Olympic Games, Billy Payne, the organization's CEO, reminded everyone that while much of the attention during the Games would be focused on the high-profile athletes, not to forget that all 10,000 athletes from the 107 countries represented were and would forever be Olympians - a title very few people in the world would ever attain.
I hate when a local business closes. The only exception is when the long-time owners are folding up shop so they can move to the tropics.
The people we send to the state Capitol to pass our laws have always reminded me of a goofy, flop-eared puppy that keeps making mistakes as it romps inside the house. No matter how many times you rub their noses in it, they never seem to learn from their mistakes.
We have now reached another milestone in our family's history where we no longer require the hiring of baby sitters.
I wrote recently about the concerns of environmental groups over a proposal by the owners of Sea Island to develop 7.2 acres on the south end of the island. They say that the land is too fragile for the proposed development.
In the days after the May 20 primary elections, candidates who advanced to the runoffs made the usual scramble to secure endorsements from opponents who didn't make it out of the primary.
More and more of our soldiers are coming back from war with traumatic injuries of one sort or another. High on the list are brain injuries, but depression and other neuropsychiatric disorders are common among service members returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.
Rep. David Stover is a brave man. He may well be one of the gutsiest people serving in the General Assembly.
Robots, artificial intelligence, the future ... what's not to like for a sci-fi buff like me?
I spent last week helping to assess a group of people for a job I couldn't do if my life depended on it. Actually, what they were seeking is not a job; it is a calling. And my life here and in the hereafter depends on how well they do it.
When I first started writing about politics, my conservative friends would preach the gospel of "local control." They believed local governments did a better job of running things because local officeholders were closer to the people who elected them.
It is with regret I tell you our intrepid public servants in the legislature have scuttled a bill that would have lowered the age of eligibility to serve as a member of the House of Representatives to 18 years of age and to 21 in the state Senate.
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