Summer is the season that gives us so many good memories, especially from our childhood.
In my early days of Sunday school, I remember hearing about Paul and Silas, who were singing and praising the Lord in prison.
I don't know if I ever called Tom Robertson by his first name, except on the radio.
I have an assortment of nicknames and titles, but the one I love best is Daddy.
All sorts of legends surround the origin of our nation's flag.
When we were children, we played "Mamas and Daddies" or "House." It was a time when we would act out, in our own way, how grown-ups live within a family.
The Social Security Administration is out with its list of the most popular baby names of 2013.
When I was a kid, it towered over the heart of downtown, but then, taller buildings came and dwarfed it.
There are names for parents in the animal world that are periodically used. In horses, you have a mare and stallion, sometimes referred to as the dam and sire. Donkeys have parental terms like jack and jenny, which are really not fair to people named Jack or Jenny. In deer, you have a doe and a buck.
The necktie has been loved and scorned by men for generations.
About 6:30 in the morning, the TV and radio news outlets announce the pollen count for the day. It is measured by the number of grains of pollen contained in a cubic foot of air.
There were times in my life when my mama said those four words that needed no further explanation: "Because I said so."
As the Atlanta Braves opened their home season, it was a time to remember the night 40 years ago when Henry Aaron landed a ball just beyond the fence at Atlanta Stadium to pass Babe Ruth as the all-time home-run leader.
A friend of ours gave us a ginkgo tree this winter. I painstakingly planted it with a big enough hole and lots of good soil and fertilizer. It has little green buds and is ready to make its debut any day.
When I was a kid, they had pictures of Jesus hanging in our Sunday school rooms.
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.
Forecasting the weather is a job I wouldn't want. If you predict rain and it doesn't, folks chuckle and go on their way. If you predict a blizzard and it doesn't happen, folks will stop just short of calling for a lynch mob.
Somewhere along the way, we will explain to future generations how gasoline once cost about 35 cents a gallon and how someone would pump it for you, check your tires and oil and wipe off your windshield.
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