There is no way I could produce such pithy and thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos. These folks are my private information-gathering experts. They can go anywhere and find out anything. They are the masters of disguise.
Major league baseball players will be taking a midseason break for the All Star game, so we'll take our own midseason break and catch up on developments in some of the stories highlighted in earlier columns.
Could the first Man be a woman?
I try to make it a habit to hang around with smart people. Given that my IQ is not much larger than my waist line, this isn't difficult to do.
The book was on the yard sale table underneath a stack of romance novels and James Patterson mysteries. The title was intriguing: "Dear Me: A Letter to My 16-Year-Old Self." Opening it, I read a touching inscription to a granddaughter on the occasion of her high school graduation.
The timing could not have been better. In the days leading up to the Fourth of July, when we celebrate the founding of this country, we were given reminders of just what it means to be an American
When Jimmy Carter ran for the state Senate in 1961 and was defeated, he claimed voter fraud. Carl Sanders, president pro tem of the state senate, supported Carter's claim and provided legal counsel from the Democratic Party. Carter prevailed.
As immigration dominates our political discourse, operating from a Christian worldview, as I always seek to do, it has been rather difficult for me to get my mind around what is the mind of Christ on this issue. It becomes even more difficult when attempting to apply the Christian worldview to what amounts to a secular political solution.
Several years ago the Georgia Democratic Party enacted rules to guarantee there would be racial and gender diversity among its leaders.
I've just discovered gardening!
In the mid-60s, I was walking along the dusty main street of Garber, Okla., an oil, cattle and wheat town of 905 people, and went into the town's drugstore hoping to find a book to read. It seemed unlikely, but I'd try.
This is a story about heroes - good people doing good things. The cast of characters in this performance shares one thing in common: They are strangers to one another. They will meet for the first time via this column. That is what makes this such a good story.
I first heard Bill Cosby on my parents' hi-fi. It was in the mid-60s, when comedy albums were all the rage. "Why Is There Air?" was the best of the best in 1965, winning a Grammy. After that, he seemed to be everywhere, starring in "I Spy" then "Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids" and for eight years as the affable Dr. Huxtable of "The Cosby Show."
Wilde could have been writing about Georgia politicians when he penned those words. The elected officials in this state have proved time and again that when it comes to temptation, especially the temptation of dollars, some of them just can't resist it.
I have said it before, but let me repeat: I have no problem with charter schools. I did have a big problem with the ham-handed way last November's charter school referendum was rammed through by proponents.
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.
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