I need to get back into the habit of walking more. At least that's what the doctor who gave me my annual physical last week said.
So there was a story making the rounds last week about an alleged plot hatched by the United States in the 1950s to blow up the moon with a nuclear explosion.
Among the many, many things I'm thankful for this weekend after Thanksgiving is the wonderful feast my mother and aunt put on the table for us Thursday.
Friday is "Black Friday," allegedly the busiest shopping day of the year and the unofficial start to the Christmas shopping season.
AUBURN, Ala. - The traffic gods have not been kind to me this week. I've made no secret of my dislike for traffic. I don't like creeping along in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I like to keep moving. Early Wednesday morning - after a late election night and very little sleep - I left Gainesville for a quick trip to Blakely. A little before 8 a.m., I merged onto Interstate 85. A few minutes later, I was ...
Benjamin Franklin stopped by my office last week to chat about Tuesday's presidential election.
I wasn't really surprised to learn that Clark Kent is leaving his job as a reporter for The Daily Planet. After all, he's been a journalist at Metropolis' daily paper for decades.
There was a story on the news the other night that nearly brought a tear to my eye. According to researchers at the University of Texas, the Southern accent may one day go the way of the dodo bird, the corded phone and the nickel Coke. That is to say, the wonderful drawl that punctuates the speech of many of the people I admire most in this world may become extinct. There apparently are two ...
Going to visit my grandmother in Cordele is one of my favorite childhood memories. In fact, I only remember two rules at her house. First, don't fight with the pillows on the sofa. And second, don't drink the last Coca-Cola. That second rule was because she wanted to be sure there was at least one Coca-Cola in the refrigerator when she woke up in the morning. And she only drank Coca-Cola out of those old ...
Who said hard-hitting, important journalism is dead? Last week, The Wall Street Journal published the results of an important investigation on a subject that my friends and I consider to be of dire importance. Two reporters for the Journal - and I swear I'm not making this up - researched the distance from each of the 14 college football stadiums in the Southeastern Conference to the nearest Waffle House. Scoff if you will. But there must be ...
I know some of you this morning are concerned about what's happening in the Middle East. Some are worried about the fragile nature of our nation's economy. Others are anxious about the upcoming presidential election.
A question immediately came to mind last week when I read a story that said the state plans on raising the speed limit on Interstate 285, at least during off-peak hours, to 65 mph.
When architect Eero Saarinen and engineer Hannskarl Bandel designed the Gateway Arch in St. Louis in the middle of the last century, it was to be the centerpiece of a monument to Thomas Jefferson and the westward expansion of the U.S. that happened during his administration. In fact, the arch is often called the "Gateway to the West."
Neil Armstrong's one small step came at an apropos time for America. The 60's had been a turbulent decade, filled with assassinations and war.
I had already been counting down the days until the start of Georgia's football season - for the uninitiated, it's only six days away - but I knew kickoff was nearly here when I got the phone call Saturday morning.
Mere minutes after a teenage terrorist had been captured, Bostonians poured into the streets and cheered – cheered! – the police and firefighters who had ended the terror.
The government has been getting its grubby little paws into your paycheck every two weeks for the last year, and now it's ready for you to give more.
I often get asked how Glory, the black and white springer spaniel who lives at my house, and I got together.
I sometimes have a hard time sleeping, so I do what a lot of people suffering from insomnia do. I turn on the TV.
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