Let's dip into the mailbag today, boys and girls, and see what is on the minds of discerning readers.
The 2011 legislative session of the Georgia General Assembly is close to the finish line, with only three days of session remaining.
Day 34 (March 28): This morning I found myself right back where I left off the week before, in front of the House Judiciary Committee where I was presenting S.B. 36, the prescription drug monitoring bill. This is one of the toughest committees in the legislature and, while they have made major revisions to my bill, I am glad that it passes out and will now be in the House Rules Committee.
Dear Editor: An afternoon tea party – just what every girl loves. You wear fancy dresses, pretty hats, lavish jewelry, extravagant shoes … oh, and of course don't forget the tea. This is what you will take pleasure in at the Pearls and Purses Afternoon Tea Party benefiting the Richmond Hill YMCA's Priceless Gifts Campaign from 1 to 4 p.m. Sunday at the Richmond Hill City Center.
With the arrival of April, I am looking forward to the beginning of the baseball season – not a phrase I thought I would find myself saying before I moved to America.
There's nothing like a good ol' tire blowout to remind you why you're happy you live in the South. Thursday, on my way to class, I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a flat tire thump-thump-thumping away over the oldies station playing through my car speakers.
We all have experienced conflict and criticism with someone in our lives. Those "someones" could be members of our families, co-workers, friends, spouses, fellow church members - even strangers. If you are feeling pious, you are only kidding yourself. In reality, we've all run into these problems at one time or another. Many of us deal with these stressors constantly, even on a daily basis. It's easy to feel like you're always in the middle - or a target of - this type of troubled relationship issue. No one enjoys conflicts. Most people try to avoid them at all costs ...
As a consulting engineer for the past 39 years and as a land owner adjacent to the landfill proposed by Mr. Burke Wall, I feel a civic and professional duty to inform this community about the proposed facility under discussion:
Dear Editor: On March 5, more than 100 people of all ages (and a number of beloved pups) came to J.F. Gregory Park in Richmond Hill to participate in the 6th annual See Spot Run 5K Run/Walk.
Dear Editor: I am writing in response to the letter regarding recycling in the March 30 edition. My name is very similar to the writer, Karen Yawn, our last names differing by one letter.
Trash is messy. It's smelly and unsightly, and you always have to find a place to put it – be it the 13-gallon trash can hiding somewhere in the kitchen or the 200-acre landfill outside of town.
Editor, I was one of the 100 or so folks who attended Congressman Jack Kingston's town-hall meeting last month in Pembroke. Several aspects of the current budget issue became clear as a result of that meeting.
Dear Gov. Nathan Deal:
Dear Editor: How can recycling be done without the people's knowledge? Everyone my husband and I have talked to, including some Pembroke residents, do not know about it. Some people don't get the paper, and they will find out when the containers are dropped off or on their tax bill.
Dear Editor: How excited I was to hear that recycling is coming to Bryan County in the March 12 edition of the Bryan County News. Excited until I read the article and realized I would be forced to pay for recycling whether I wanted to participate or not. How lovely. Once again, our local government has no compunction about applying extra taxes willy-nilly.
When I think back on the days of my youth, that time when I had the privilege of traveling on the NASCAR circuit, it would be hard to pick a lesson learned that was more important than another.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Win at life! Isn't that what we all want to do? That is the headline gracing one of the magazines sitting on our coffee table. I guess the real question is, "what defines winning at life?" After all, life has a pretty broad playing field. Maybe what best defines winning in life is society's dire need to be in control. Everyone values their independence and sense of control, right?
Editor, Recently, I've spotted some news headlines - around the region, state and country - that I never thought I'd see. It really makes me wonder, "Whatever were they thinking?"
Editor, The following is an open letter on sequestration to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nevada, from retired U.S. Army Gen. Gordon R. Sullivan, head of the Association of the United States Army:
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could"? That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of northwest Georgia, not far from the Tennessee line.
Lately, I've been thinking about the treasure trove that can be found in life's challenging times - the wisdom, the victories, the emotional muscle built and, of course, the stories. As those who know me well often say with a smile, "It's always about the story with her."
I realize, perhaps better than anyone, that it's not polite to ask others about their reproductive plans. I've long ranted about how much it annoyed me when friends, family members and even perfect strangers would inquire about a possible plunge into parenthood. Even now, as most of my readers know, I get aggravated when people ask whether my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, will ever be a sister.
History is fickle with heroic humans, even when they loom over their generation in service to humanity. Even presidents suffer the fickle hand of history, especially when events in their administrations overshadow them. It happened to Herbert Hoover.