There is nothing pretty about the little bird in our Christmas tree. It is made of that shiny metallic stuff that most Christmas ornaments are made of. It has a tail that looks more like a brush. Instead of feet, it has a spring-loaded clip to attach it to the tree.
It was 40 years ago, about this time of year that I repented of my sins and was baptized. At 9, my list of sins paled in comparison to some of the whoppers I committed over the ensuing years. I figured if I sinned once a day over that time, that is 14,600. There were some days I was in double digits.
There's been a lot written about blessing counting.
Dawson is the 4-year-old daughter of a co-worker of mine. From time to time, she comes by the office for a little visit.
In a few retail stores, the Christmas decorations are already going up. The holiday season, like it or not, is upon us.
One thing the housing slowdown has given us is fewer cutely named subdivisions. I love driving through a town and noting the name of developments. In Forsyth County, one of the larger developments is called Polo Fields.
There used to be a scale in front of a store in Social Circle. You could put a penny in the slot by your astrological sign and a little cover would move to reveal your weight and your horoscope.
There used to be an outfit that tried to tell you what season you are. It had a lot to do with what color of clothes best suited you.
As a boy of 17, I decided I wanted to be a political reporter. I didn't have time to wait, so I packed up my tape recorder and headed off to the state Capitol to begin my new career.
I spent several years of my life working in the TV news business. As a result, I am an avid watcher of TV news.
I keep adding to a long list of things that I will one day have to explain to my grandchildren. They are the things that were important parts of our culture that are now becoming extinct.
I don't want to compare myself to Rep. Joe Wilson, but I understand a thing or two about speaking out in public venues.
He was a little boy about 4 years old. I don't know his name, but his face is forever etched in my mind.
Last week, I delivered my annual "State of the Barbecue" address.
I've never been stuck in an elevator, but I'd rather not. I'd also prefer not to get stranded at the top of one of those double-decker Ferris wheels. Even on one of those chance rides with a pretty girl.
I married into a family that has generational roots in Gainesville. They go back long before the War of Northern Aggression.
I remember going to places such as Six Flags and Stone Mountain when I was a kid. I was always fascinated with the key chains, pencils and bike tags with names on them.
We are a gullible bunch, aren't we?
This column begins as a newspaper column. I'm very happy about that. I like the notion of being a newspaper columnist. I still like to hold the newspaper in my hand and look at it.
Sometimes, when I gripe about slow computers or cellphones that don't do what they are supposed to do, I think about how far we have come in my lifetime.
In an earlier time, we used to celebrate the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln in February. Now, we have combined them into one day to honor all presidents of the United States.
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