I will have more to say on the subject in a few weeks, but your response to my request for supplies for Marine Lt. Frank Wilson and his Light Armored Reconnaissance unit in Afghanistan has been nothing short of spectacular. I talked recently to Lt. Wilson's father, also named Frank, an attorney in Cobb County, to let him know what you have done. He is very grateful to you.
Hooray for Bill Curry! He is the new football coach of the Georgia State University Panthers.
Personalities and events often seem to meld together in unexpected ways. What brought this to mind were the deaths a couple of weeks ago of a fellow church member and client, his wife only months before and of another nonclient member a few weeks earlier. An entirely different event many miles north involving still another member did the retrospective melding.
To distract myself from all of the drama unfolding around the Gainesville City School Board, I turned my jaundiced eye toward Clayton County. I have no vested interests in Clayton County. I don't know anyone in or with the school system there. I've never lived or worked there. Heck, I'm not even absolutely sure if I've ever been there except to possibly drive through on the Interstate.
In the light of two recent Supreme Court rulings, one in California and one at the U.S. Supreme Court, there should be little doubt as to the stakes of the elections this November.
June 8, 1968, is a day I will never forget. On that day I made a spur-of-the moment decision to go to a gravesite service 600 miles from home.
When roaming the political jungles of Georgia, beware of the Killer B's: Barr (Bob) is running for president; Bubba (aka, Lauren McDonald) is running for the Georgia Public Service Commission; Barnes (former Democratic Gov. Roy) is being encouraged to run for anything, as is Bowers (former State Attorney General Michael).
Since I had talked recently to David Egan -- whose group, the Initiative to Protect Jekyll Island, has great concerns about the island's proposed revitalization -- I thought it only fair to see what the Jekyll Island Authority has to say. (Besides, it affords me the opportunity to stop by the exquisite little Georgia Sea Grill on St. Simons Island and stuff my face with corn-fried shrimp. Being a modest and much-beloved columnist does have its rewards.)
In the 1965 song by The Mamas & the Papas, there is a line that goes: "Stopped into a church I passed along the way ..."
"Why would we ever go back?"
When I think about the problems facing our country today, I recall a story of the man who lost his way and stopped to ask directions from an old farmer.
One of the first tasks facing our new president in 2009 will be to nominate persons to serve as cabinet officials and other top bureaucratic posts.
There are no two ways about it: Being a grandfather is better than a plateful of hot buttered biscuits. Nothing compares to it. Nothing comes close.
When I first read the press release, I thought it was a late April Fool's Day hoax.
Georgians either don't care or they're too thick to understand what has happened. In seven years, Georgia has gone from a symbol of the New South to the nose-dive state. We can't get anything right.
With all of the attack ads running on TV this election season, Georgians have no doubt had their fill of pessimism and negativity.
Human nature has changed little over time, but human behavior has. We no longer burn heretics at the stake or torture animals for sport ... well, not the way we did in the past. At least today we pay lip service to social justice and the rule of law.
As a father and a school superintendent, I have an extremely personal interest in the state of our schools. I also have a great respect for the democratic process: the opportunity for vigorous debate and the potential created by new and innovative ideas.
I have asked the two major gubernatorial candidates to talk to Georgia public school teachers about their respective education platforms.
It's looking more and more possible that voters will have to return to the ballot box after the general election.
If I die anytime soon - and I have no plans to do so at the moment - please see that the first paragraph of my obituary reads, "He was past president of the University of Georgia National Alumni Association." You can save for later paragraphs the part about my being often mistaken for Brad Pitt and my uncanny ability to put commas where they don't belong.
It's been said that fall is the Southerner's reward for surviving summer. I believe that with all my heart. Autumn is my favorite season, the one I look toward with almost giddy anticipation.
With all of the focus on campaigns for governor and senator, it's easy to overlook the fact there are other statewide races on the ballot for November.
I just hung up on another perfectly nice volunteer asking me to send money to a political cause I wholly support. I also dumped a half dozen unopened letters from worthwhile organizations into the recycle bin. I've contributed to some of these groups for over 40 years.
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