My fellow Georgians, in order to keep my national certification as a modest and much-beloved columnist, it is a requirement that I submit to you annually a State of the Column message. This I do today. (Yea! Clap! Clap! Clap!)
Georgia has become the country's laughingstock after the national media watched the metro Atlanta region grind completely to a halt over a 2-inch snowfall.
As I've said in this space before, I am afraid of pickles.
American humorist Will Rogers once said, "I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts."
Nobody at the Capitol was talking about the legalization of marijuana this time last year, but suddenly it's become a leading topic of discussion in the General Assembly.
What's the difference between a discussion and a debate?
I love to skimp. I get giddy with delight when I save some coin.
I read a news report this week that says while we are living a lot longer in the U.S., people in other countries are living even longer. Bummer.
Every family has its little traditions. When I was growing up, each year from the time I was 4 until I entered high school, there was a birthday trip to the Atlanta Zoo. Every August, I would invite a friend and my parents would take us on a day trip.
State school Superintendent John Barge is on a political suicide mission.
For my daughter's 15th birthday last week, her present from her mother and I was a new phone.
If this sounds like name-dropping, I apologize but I am trying to make a point here.
When House Speaker David Ralston sat down with reporters last week to discuss the new legislative session, he addressed the question that's been on the mind of every Capitol denizen.
It started with a quote my brother found in a book he was reading, "The Sense of an Ending" by Julian Barnes: "History, that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation."
My wife is out of town for a couple of days, which means a couple of things.
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could?" That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of Northwest Georgia not far from the Tennessee line.
When George Orwell first coined the phrase "Big Brother is watching you," he knew what he was talking about.
It has been just over two months since I wrote a column about Georgia Power, the Public Service Commission and the construction of two additional nuclear reactors at Plant Vogtle. I can hear President Ronald Reagan's voice now: "There you go again."
Can it be? Is it September already? One of my favorite tunes, "September Song," was written by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for a Broadway musical in 1938 called "Knickerbocker Holiday." The lyrics could apply today to the current political season in Georgia - "For it's a long, long time from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September."
First-world problems. You know what they are. We all have them. They're the issues confronting and irritating those of us living in wealthy, industrialized countries that would leave people in the third world either scratching their heads in bewilderment or shaking them in disgust.
There was a time when general election campaigns didn't "officially" get underway until after the Labor Day weekend.
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