The old girl died in a fire in February. We finally buried her this week. She was laid to rest in a landfill.
My earliest business venture was operating a shoe-shine box in Johnny O'Kelly's barber shop in Social Circle. It was two-chair shop with Johnny and Mr. Aub McClain.
Each week, I write this column by Thursday around noon. Newspapers have deadlines and I just can't send this out on the information superhighway at the last minute.
Maj. Kevin Jarrard will be spending this Christmas in his second tour in Iraq with Lima Company, 3rd Battalion, 23rd Marines, a Marine Corps Reserve unit headquartered in Montgomery, Ala.
The phone rang the other day and on the other end of the line was none other than Big Buddy.
Years ago, when I was working in television, we were just getting into electronic graphics. We had a little gizmo that would flash someone's name up on the screen at the directed time.
We still made use of slides. A guy would make slides of a reporter's name and the call letters and channel number of the station using a hot-type press with white letters on a black poster board.
Mama was never one to pass up a good roadside junk pile. She had a station wagon and could load up an old lawn mower or a broken lamp in no time.
I sometimes marvel that I made it through childhood without a bike helmet, safety goggles or the evaluation of my neighborhood by the Consumer Products Safety Commission.
I like advertising.
Thanksgiving Day in 1995 was a bit different.
My brother and his family were elsewhere, my daughter was with her mother and it was just me and Mama.
Have you ever known people who just looked their part in life?
Come January, I've been reporting on Zell Miller for 33 years. I was 14 and somehow asked for and was issued media credentials for the inauguration of Gov. George Busbee and Lt. Gov. Zell Miller.
With or without resolutions, this seems to be a good week for reflecting on the past year and giving some thought to the year ahead.
WASHINGTON - There is something about visiting the president's house that leaves one in awe. I had a chance to go to the White House on the regular tour for the purpose of seeing the Christmas decorations.
The generation that came before me in my family is now a mighty slim lot. My mother and father both came from among four siblings, two boys and two girls on my mother's side and four boys on dad's.
My Dad and all his brothers are gone.
In what would be the final years of her life, I often asked my mother what she wanted for Christmas. The reply was often the same: "I just want my children around me."
The last time I checked, a day is still 24 hours and it still takes the Earth about 365 days to go around the sun.
Sometime in the next few days, radio stations will start playing Christmas music. A friend of mine suggested I write a column about recording artists associated with a Christmas song. So here I go.
One song says to "Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One."
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.
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