Editor, Our military is in trouble. Budget cuts and anticipated reductions are having a serious impact on the maintenance and modernization of land systems, ships and aircraft. Another Base Realignment and Closure threatens bases, National Guard facilities and local businesses. Troop strength is being slashed. Compensation for those serving now and benefits for our veterans are being reduced. Yet, in a dangerous world, America needs a strong military.
Just a wisp of time elapsed, and the almighty sand gnat is back with a vengeance. Like a swallow returning to Capistrano or a martin to a gourd, the little varmints were back just in time for the Blessing of the Fleet. They just refuse to give up.
Five years ago, the federal government spent $169 billion to fund basic research and development. This fiscal year, it's down to $134 billion.
Editor, Contrary to popular opinion, I still believe public service is an honorable profession. Every family, wage earner and small business in America can do better - if only we have the right people and policies in Washington, D.C.
She was not a pretty woman in the days of her youth. Her lips were too thin, her forehead too high and her eyes so round that they seemed to bulge into the lens of the glasses she wore.
Today, I must start by wishing my beautiful "baby" girl a happy second birthday. On April 27, 2012, my husband and I welcomed the sweetest, most amazing little person into our lives, and nothing has been the same since. It's been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, laughs, tears, adventures and lessons.
I was traveling down Highway 20 last week on the way home from a mini-vacation with my family. I say mini-vacation because like most getaways, they're too short! I usually drive separate from my wife and children because at some point I have to return home early for that thing they call "work." Plus, somebody's got to write this article.
Editor, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
I'm going to suggest something very radical. Let's establish a fixed date for Easter and leave it there. I would prefer the last Sunday in April or the first Sunday in May. Maybe even the second Sunday in May.
Editor, I read with interest your article recently honoring firefighter/paramedic Danny Dixon. I encountered Mr. Dixon for the very first time just a few weeks ago. A parishioner at St. Anne Catholic Church became ill during Mass, and we had to call 911.
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 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.
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.
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.
Can it be? Is it September already? One of my favorite tunes, "September Song," was written by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for a Broadway musical in 1938 called "Knickerbocker Holiday." The lyrics could apply today to the current political season in Georgia: "For it's a long, long time from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September."
By now, most of you have heard about the Ferguson, Missouri, riots, where a young unarmed male was shot by a police officer and died on the spot.
When business called my husband, Tink, back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
It was Aug. 30, 1928, when mom was born in Kanawha County, West Virginia, just a year prior to the start of the great depression. Finney Holler is the more exact location of her birth, although it is a little hard to determine exactly where Finney Holler is or was. Not too long after she was born her family moved down the road to Big Chimney; which does happen to be on the map.
Last week, seemingly all the national news agencies reported on the American Academy of Pediatrics' new recommendation that middle and high schools start no earlier than 8:30 a.m. to help ensure older children get more sleep.
Have you noticed how "nostalgia" sells? This hit me like an antique butter churn the other day as I was watching television, and so many of the commercials have incorporated "old rock" music into their marketing spiels. And we can say, "Yes I remember that one!" We might even say, "Hey, that was our song!"
Bryan County has one of the most generous homestead exemptions for senior citizens in the state, knocking $50,000 off the value of a home for both county and school taxes for residents over age 65.
Nostalgia is popular these days: Retro fashions, disco and '80s pop, "Throwback Thursdays" on social media. What's old is new again, what used to be hip turned square and then back to cool.
For many environmental organizations in Georgia, Earth Day will never be the same.