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!
Georgia's political scorecard for 2014 was filled out last week as hundreds of hopeful candidates dropped by the Capitol to fill out the paperwork that places their names on the May 20 primary election ballot.
No joke. There really is a Flat Earth Society. Conspiracy theorists are everywhere these days, but I really did think the idea of a flat earth died out years ago, especially after our astronauts took those beautiful photos of our planet from their space capsules. But then the flat earth people say that too is a conspiracy, a hoax by NASA.
My father-in-law would sometimes tell of a story of an obituary he read once.
As predicted in this space a few weeks ago, there is compromise legislation pending in the General Assembly regarding the Common Core curriculum, the controversial program which seeks to establish consistent education standards across the country.
I came of age in the 1970s. Carole King composed the soundtrack to my early college years. And not just mine, it appears. Her 1971 album, "Tapestry" is, even to this day, one of the best-selling albums of all time.
It is getting more and more difficult to exclude people who may look or believe a little differently than you.
It was like deja vu all over again.
The Cherokee County Republican Party has a blurb on its website about Rep. Sam Moore, who won the 22nd District ouse seat earlier this month following the death of veteran lawmaker Calvin Hill. Among other tidbits about Moore are his hobbies, including this: "Playing jokes … watch out. You have been warned!"
It was a spectacle you seldom see during a legislative session.
At one time or another we've all received a survey from an organization or a political campaign.
This, as stated above, is an open letter to the person who stole my jacket. While I don't know who you are exactly, you know who you are (I hope), and if you are the person who stole my jacket and are reading this, this open letter is directed at you (or someone who knows you and will turn you in).
Let me run some numbers by you.
Anyone with a sense of history who has watched the fascinating new Ken Burns documentary on PBS, "The Roosevelts: An Intimate History," may have experienced a sense of déjà vu during episode six, which chronicles the tumultuous events of 1939-44.
I have one of the most interesting jobs in the world. One day I am advising world leaders on the nuances of international monetary policy. The next day I am consoling a distraught reader who thinks I need to "look within myself spiritually."
Over the past 10 years, Georgia has served as the location for a wide-ranging experiment in economic theory.
Until I heard her speak at a benefit luncheon, I thought Ronda Rich was a bit of an empty-headed lightweight. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and she has become one of my must-read columnists.
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.
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