There's a scene during the second season of "The West Wing" where two White House staffers, Toby and Josh, are discussing a probe that NASA has sent to Mars. Toby says that as the probe descends to the Martian surface it will fire two smaller probes deep into the ground as part of the mission's search for evidence of water under the surface.
I hate cigarettes. I always have. They're dirty and smelly and disgusting.
JEKYLL ISLAND - We never should have made eye contact with the grizzled old fisherman at the table next to us.
With apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein, these are a few of my favorite things: The feeling of mud oozing between my toes while I'm walking along the lake.A smile from a pretty girl.Saturday afternoons in Athens.A good book on a rainy Sunday afternoon.Re-reading "The Last of the Mohicans," my favorite novel.A newspaper in the driveway every morning. Not only do I love reading it, but its presence each morning means there were no problems the ...
May is National Internal Audit Awareness Month. It's also Revise Your Work Schedule Month. And National Vinegar Month.
I am now on Facebook. I don't know why I decided to sign up for an account except that Facebook seems the current young and hip thing to do, and I love to pretend that I'm young and hip. I've resisted the urge for some time now. But, ultimately, I couldn't escape it. Every time I turned around, somebody was talking about something on their Facebook page, and I ...
Tyler was just 5 years old the first time I met him. It doesn't seem possible that it's been 13 years. Time does have a way of marching on by, doesn't it? Technically, I suppose, Tyler is my step-nephew. He came into my life because my brother, Marvin, was dating - and he later married - Tyler's mother, Sharon.
Spring ought to be our favorite time of the year. It's the season of rebirth. Dormant all winter, trees have sprung back to life. Beautiful flowers are everywhere. The mornings are still cool, the afternoons gloriously warm. The days have gotten longer, so there's more time be outside and enjoy the show Mother Nature puts on each spring.
I know this isn't going to be popular. I know I'm in the minority on this subject. But I feel it has to be said. I don't get the whole Susan Boyle thing.
I feel I'm losing my battle against the dreaded flip-flop. A few years ago, I banned newsroom employees from wearing them on the job because I felt that for us, as journalists, to be treated professionally, we need to have a professional appearance.
As difficult as it is to believe, some hard-working Americans actually file their income tax returns weeks, and even months, ahead of the dreaded April 15 deadline. They do this because they have somehow managed to finagle the system in such a way that they actually get refund checks from the federal government, and they use these checks to vacation at Dollywood or to buy a new 62-inch high-definition TV for the living room.
As difficult as it is to believe, some hard-working Americans actually file their income tax returns weeks, and even months, ahead of the dreaded April 15 deadline. They do this because they have somehow managed to finagle the system in such a way that they actually get refund checks from the federal government, and they use these checks to vacation at Dollywood or to buy a new 62-inch high-definition TV for the living room.
My friend Rick called the other day and said he had a favor to ask. I didn't think too much of it. Rick's a good guy, like me a huge Georgia Bulldogs fan. In his day job, he's president of the Humane Society of Hall County, so he and I share a love of animals. But I admit I was a little surprised by what he wanted. Rick was calling with an offer to be ...
I like red meat. There. I said it. I'm not ashamed of that fact. There's nothing more delicious than a finely prepared filet mignon. The bacon cheeseburger is an American classic. And country fried steak, another of my favorites, is a double delight. It's fried red meat.
Sometimes I feel like I've spent a large percentage of my life waiting. Waiting at a red light. Waiting to get a seat in a restaurant. Waiting to pay my taxes. Waiting to cash a check. As it turns out, I've been right all along. While searching for something else online recently, I stumbled across some Census Bureau statistics that show the average American spends nearly 17 months of his or her life waiting in line.
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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