On May 30, 2000, my younger sister, her husband, and I drove into Gainesville. My moving van coming down from Pennsylvania had not arrived. So the three of us spent our first night in Gainesville sleeping on air mattresses in an otherwise empty home that I had bought the year before when I saw a house with two good features.
For once, I am going to have to (shudder) agree with the American Civil Liberties Union. They are busting their britches to have pictures released of some of the 240 detainees at Guantanamo being waterboarded by the CIA.
Even though I never met Joshua Brown, I'm pretty sure I would have liked him. His pictures show a handsome young man with thick brown hair and a smile that inspires reciprocity. He was both an accomplished musician and a star athlete at Cartersville High, one of those rare kids who defies being pigeon-holed.
One of the basic rules of daily journalism is that the reporter isn't the story. What's important is the news that is being reported.
I'm not the brightest bulb when understanding the inner workings of car manufacturers and dealers. In our free market, capitalistic society the arbitrary termination of long-standing dealerships by manufacturers to please government is puzzling.
The difference in the treatment of Michael Vick and Donté Stallworth by the media, teammates, the NFL, and the general public reveals a great deal about our culture. The picture painted is not a pretty one.
Energy has been top on President Barack Obama's agenda of reforms. After his work to tackle the economic crisis, lower health care costs and advance our country's educational resources, the topic of clean energy is finally on the table.
Sonny Perdue has been an easy target for the media during the years he has headed state government.
Love has many faces; hate is a matter of degree.
Last month, President Barack Obama gave the command for the Navy Seals to use force to rescue Capt. Richard Phillips from four pirates in the waters off Somalia. They succeeded.
Americans love democracy, but mostly hate politics. Many would rid us of politics if they could. They say things like: "We'll never get good government until we get rid of all the politics and politicians."
My hair is wet. My socks are mildewed. My joints ache. There is a torrent of water running down the street, and more rain is on the way. Drought? What drought?
When I sat down to write this column, I'd planned to talk about the whole Miss California/Perez Hilton debacle.
As he worked his way through dozens of bill signings last week, Gov. Sonny Perdue put his signature on SB 27, a measure that designates April as Confederate Heritage/History Month and sets the stage for the upcoming observance of the Civil War sesquicentennial.
U.S. Rep. Nathan Deal gave up a safe seat with his announced candidacy for governor. Even so, the pros seem to outweigh the cons. My analysis:
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."
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."
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