Within minutes after a Fulton County jury returned a devastating verdict against the state ethics commission last week, Gov. Nathan Deal's aides were already trying to put their own spin on the story.
I have a note taped up over my computer that reads: "Be prepared for synchronicity in your life. It grew out of some unnamed force somewhere in the universe. Acknowledge it when it appears. Be grateful and give thanks, for if you think deeply, you will find it is not random at all."
I was on the couch, chewing on a straw, watching the zillionth commercial where a middle-aged man takes a pill and he's suddenly happy as all get-out, when my 11-year-old son approached my throne.
Even by my impossibly high standards, this has been a good week.
For the past few months, the Senate Republican primary has looked like a cage match between five politicians biting and gouging to see who can move most sharply to the far right edge of the ring.
We were an hour into our conversation when I realized it.
Since the policy of the federal government seems to be to snoop on the conversations of private citizens, I thought it would be appropriate if we turned the tables on them. So, I authorized my columnist commandos to infiltrate the White House disguised as Teleprompters and get the real scoop on the latest developments in Ukraine.
The week before Georgia legislators finished their session, Sen. Steve Thompson, D-Marietta, made a floor speech that put it all in perspective.
Confession time: These days I read my horoscope, printed on page 2 of this paper. It's all nonsense, of course, but sometimes it can be downright spooky.
I was at the sausage-making plant last week, better known as the Georgia General Assembly. I was there for a good cause. The state Senate was honoring Dick Pettys, one of the finest journalists to walk through the doors of the state Capitol, and I was asked to be a part of that special day.
Last night, I realized I had failed my daughter. She was home from college for a brief visit and we settled in for some TV time. We flipped through a couple of thousand channels, most of them permutations of various "Law and Order" franchises, until I stumbled across a 1961 episode of "The Andy Griffith Show."
The Georgia General Assembly has rightly earned a reputation for being one of America's most conservative legislative bodies.
Dr. William T. "Tom" Nichols, a longtime community columnist for The Times, died Wednesday in New Castle, Pa. at age 86.
I don't watch television much, according to this week's column.
The scene: I-16 near Dublin. WAAANGH! REEP! REEP! REEP!
The Woman Who Shares My Name instructed me that this week's column was to be about positive things. She says she is tired of bad news and thought you felt the same way.
I don't pay a lot of attention to football. Even though I was a proud Red Elephant during the heyday of Bobby Gruhn and Tommy West, I just never caught the fever. Four years at the University of Alabama during the reign of Bear Bryant did nothing to pique my interest. Since I married a man whose football apathy mirrored my own, there was never an incentive to learn or follow the game.
In our system of government where citizens elect those who will make the decisions for them, voter registration and the casting of ballots are the fundamental elements of democracy - the blocking and tackling, to use a football analogy.
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."
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