I'm not against Valentine's Day or any of those other commercially oriented observances on the calendar. I just think we should show our love and appreciation on an ongoing basis.
I was in Central Florida recently and someone suggested I take a couple of minutes and drive through the town of Celebration.
In some ways, we were just alike. In others, we were direct opposites. But you didn't need a DNA test to know that we were cut from the same cloth. Mine was a bit wider and his was a tad longer.
I don't know about you, but I sometimes have "what if" moments when I think about persons who have passed away.
There was a time in Georgia when two people could walk into what was then called the Ordinary's office and swear that somebody was crazy. An order would be issued and the sheriff would haul them off to Milledgeville. Some of them would stay locked up for the rest of their lives.
Because of newspaper schedules, I actually wrote this column last year and it is being published this year.
I've lived several places around this state. Some of them were named for Revolutionary War heroes, former presidents or places in Europe. I spent most of my growing up years in Social Circle, a town named for a group of fellows who gathered around a well to drink water (that's the puritanical version, others think it may have been firewater).
Some polls show 96 percent of Americans celebrate Christmas, while 5 percent observe Hanukkah and 2 percent celebrate Kwanzaa (some celebrate more than one).
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.
Somewhere in grade school, I learned water freezes at 32 degrees. If the temperature outside is below 32 degrees, there is a good chance that if there is precipitation, it may be or become frozen.
Somehow, we have melded Memorial Day, Independence Day and Veterans Day into days of recognizing all who have worn the uniform of our country.
By the time you read this, Halloween will have come and gone.
This may very well be one of the most glorious starts of a fall season. The weather has been beautiful with crystal-clear skies.
Being the first lady of any state is an interesting job.
Corporate America often spends loads of money finding the right name for a product.
In 1842, Felix Mendelssohn wrote his wedding march. It's the one many people use as the recessional at weddings. Felix died in 1847.
I remember the days when posters started going up about the arrival of the fair. The poster was in bright neon yellow with a drawing of a big Ferris wheel. Just seeing the word "fair" in big bold letters let you know the big show was coming to town.
At 10:29 p.m. Monday, summer comes to an end.
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