Rats. It looks as though I have not been selected to be a member of Gov.-elect Nathan Deal's transition team. Frankly, this is getting old. I am told that both Roy Barnes and George E. Perdue didn't pick me when forming their administrations because they both thought my advice wasn't worth a jar of warm spit. That may be the only thing the two men ever agreed on.
There may be no more deadly force in politics than hubris. It sneaks up on politicians at their weakest moments - the height of their success - and destroys them, sometimes slowly, sometimes spectacularly.
Monday will mark the beginning of open enrollment for the Medicare prescription drug benefit. Public officials have already taken steps to streamline the program, otherwise known as Medicare Part D, making it that much easier for seniors to sign up and customize coverage to best fit their medical needs.
Now, understand before I get started that I'm not trying to ram anything down your throat and I'm not one of those kinda guys who wants to convert you to my way of thinking. The one thing that drives me up the wall is some guy trying to convince me that his way of thinking is the only way.
What happens when a life-or-death issue is raised and put on the ballot but fails? Does the issue go away? Do we continue to look for answers or just accept the failure and retain the status quo?
"There came a smell off the shore like the smell of a garden." - John Winthrop, off the New England coast, 1630
Dear editor: I was shocked, and greatly saddened, to read in Wednesday's edition (Nov. 3) that Beef 'O' Brady's was closing. This was my favorite "hometown" restaurant, and I had lunch there as often as I could on the weekends. The food was always good, and the staff friendly. Doug and his wife were always constantly checking to see if everything was to the patron's liking, as did the waitstaff. And they were both well-known for supporting the local high school teams – that was obvious from the time anyone walked in the front door!
It was noticed several years ago that there was a connection between boxers getting beat in the head and later having brain damage.
On Election Day, Georgians rejected Amendment 2, which proposed an annual $10 car tag fee to help fund a statewide trauma care system. $10 per year - the cost of a pizza.
By Dick Yarbrough
Does the state of the economy or election-season mudslinging have you down? Cheer up, there really is good news out there.
It's easy to think pink in October. During National Breast Cancer awareness month, business and shop owners haul out the pink decor, athletes sport pink uniforms, people everywhere pin pink ribbons to their shirts.
We should have known about Juan Williams long ago. The signs of a simmering bigotry were always there. The political commentator wrote the book "Eyes on the Prize: America's Civil Rights Years, 1954-1965." He followed that up with an admiring biography of Thurgood Marshall. Then, more books on the African-American religious experience, historically black colleges and black farmers.
In my house, the contest for state school superintendent is as important as the governor's race. I have a son, son-in-law and now a grandson who are public school teachers and they – and all the other teachers – deserve a draw-a-line-in-the-sand advocate.
Folks!! Voting is a right given to you by this great country of ours. Shame on you if you have excuses not to vote.
The Sea Island Company wants to build a group of condominiums on what many people believe to be environmentally unsound ground. Why should you care?
The economic issue of our generation is the national debt.
I was just recently reading about people who "swim with the sharks." It seems there is some kind of thrill they get from this. I guess it's about an adrenaline rush. They get in a tank with maneaters, and sometimes they even touch them as they swim by.
I remember all of the Easters of my life more clearly than any other holidays. Christmases blur together with only a few standing out in my memory, such as the one when it snowed all day, the year I lost my voice completely and the two times that I wasn't home - one working in Washington, D.C., and another in London.
I always remember Easter as being a wonderful time of year. The colors of spring and the disappearance of snow (thankfully), the excitement of egg hunts and wearing new clothes for church on Sunday - it always was a special time in our house.
Deciding to have only one child was not an easy choice for my husband and me. We weighed the pros and cons, considered our careers and work demands, examined our finances, mapped out future plans, took our ages into account, set goals for ourselves and our daughter and thought long and hard about the options before us. Really, we did.
I wish I had been there. In Jerusalem. With Jesus.
As anyone who gets behind the wheel knows, driving around the Coastal Empire can be an exercise in frustration, but there's always a bright side. In our case, it's this: Traffic here is still a cakewalk compared to what our fellow motorists in Atlanta have to deal with on a daily basis.
Congress appointed an independent commission to travel the United States and hold meetings with active and retired soldiers and their spouses. The commission is designed to see what is important to our military and their families - even though there already is a proposed budget that outlines the cuts that will affect our military families.
MOULTRIE - Today at the breakfast club, not a mention was made of the Ukrainian crisis, the missing Malaysian airliner or Obamacare - nary a word. It was all about small talk. Small talk, but by way of deep thought.
For years, I blamed it on those royal-blue suede high-heel pumps. The ones with the ridiculously tall, spiked heel and absurdly pointed toe. I was 22 when I bought them, 36 when I donated them to the Salvation Army.
I don't believe in illness. OK, perhaps I should rephrase that - I don't believe in a minor illness' ability to keep me down. Unless I'm dragging a limb, hospitalized or totally unable to keep food down at all, I refuse to disrupt my ultra-busy daily routine to do silly things like "rest" or "recuperate."
Editor, The annual Spring Book and Yard Sale sponsored by the Friends of the Richmond Hill Library on Saturday, April 5, was a resounding success. Although FOL offers books for sale every day in the library, the spring and fall sales are special events that raise the majority of the funds the group contributes to meet the library's needs.
Some of my favorite memories involve time being quiet.
Editor, I saw small-town family values and teamwork by rec coach Tyler Gunderson and the Richmond Hill Wildcats basketball team that made them come to life in Richmond Hill. This team won the league for the season.