When I was studying anthropology at Georgia State College eons ago, I had a professor who liked to ask the young women students how they would feel about sharing their husband with one or more other wives. Polygamy, he said, is a worldwide norm. Only modern industrial societies mandate monogamy.
A couple of decades ago, I was camping in Alaska at the foot of Mount Denali (a.k.a, Mount McKinley), when I discovered a notice that Lowell Thomas Jr. offered to fly tourists in his small plane around the mountain to show it from above.
I learned the hard way in my corporate life never to underestimate the power of grass-roots organizations. They are always the last to blink in a fight. I have the scars to prove it.
The kinder words I've heard from gleeful Democrats and longtime loyal Republicans about the 2008 performance of the state legislature and its key leaders range from disgust to outright outrage. I rank it closest to disgust. Most responsible are the key leaders, Lt. Gov. Casey Cagle and House Speaker Glenn Richardson. Neither would compromise when compromise was necessary. Each tried to undercut the other in their obvious quests for the GOP gubernatorial nomination in two ...
What are we going to do with Jimmy Carter? The man has gone from being a joke to someone who is suddenly very unfunny.
Americans who are concerned about the decades old illegal immigration crisis, and perhaps confused about solutions, have only to look to Arizona and the neighboring Mexican state of Sonora to understand the obvious: Enforcement works.
As former state Attorney General Mike Bowers used to say, "Dirt shows up more on a white hat."
For my 80th birthday, my second daughter gave me a cruise of the western Caribbean for the both of us. The tour had an inauspicious beginning, and a chaotic end.
The presidential race is sucking up all the available oxygen these days. Hillary, Obama and McCain are everywhere. Their every utterance is hashed over by the media and the water cooler crowd alike, and it's likely to stay this way until November.
What did you do on Sept. 11, 2001 when you realized Islamic terrorists had slammed airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, killing thousands of innocent people?
Years ago, when my Manhattan brother-in-law was single, he discovered the ultimate chick magnet: a dog.
Let's hear a thunderous round of applause followed by an ear-splitting rebel yell for House Speaker Glenn Richardson. He is clearly the winner of the 2008 legislative wars.
State Democratic Chairman Jane Kidd ought to be commended, not ridiculed. She hears opportunity knocking for her party, and she wants to take advantage of it.
OK everybody, give me a break. If I have done something wrong, it is not my fault. I'm not trying to make excuses for irritating the bejeezus out of you, but I just can help myself. If you must know, I am sleep-deprived. Me and Hillary.
No good deed goes unpunished. When Gov. Sonny Perdue convened a meeting at the state Capitol last November to pray for rain, a lot of snooty-noses scoffed. Not me. I told my friends they had better find their umbrellas because the governor had asked none other than Dr. Gil Watson, the World's Greatest Preacher, to intercede with God and send some H2O to Georgia.
There's an old joke that goes, "a bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don't need it."
As of this writing, six world powers have reached an agreement with Iran that would prevent that country from developing nuclear weapons.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
When it comes to holidays, I've always preferred Thanksgiving to Christmas.
Last week, family and friends gathered in the small town of Chattahoochee Hills, south of Atlanta, to celebrate a life well-lived. Our late grandson, Zack Wansley, was honored at the dedication of "Zack's Glade," a pristine and picturesque piece of Cochran Mill Park near where he died while training for the Atlanta Marathon in 2008.
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