MOULTRIE - So this guy came up to me and unloaded on me about computers. For a moment, I didn't know how to respond. I didn't invent computers nor had I stolen his.
Savannah, my hometown, is also home to the 1st Ranger Battalion. I have many young friends here who are Rangers with multiple tours in Afghanistan and Iraq.
One of my favorite songs of all time is the 1969 hit "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies. The song rose to # 1 on the billboard hot 100 list – knocking off the Rolling Stones from the top of the chart – and stayed there for four weeks. Not bad for Saturday morning cartoon characters that never performed a live tour…because they were a cartoon band.
In my home hangs a photograph of a rather large and deep hole on the side of an asphalt road. It is the aftermath of an improvised explosive device - or, in more simple terms, a homemade bomb - that went off just as the Humvee in which I was riding passed over it.
As I speak to and email friends, family and business contacts back in England at this time of year, I am reminded that the land of my birth is in the midst of what is still thought of as "The Social Season" or simply "The Season."
The sounds of summer, July 4th, Independence Day - children jumping into pools, burgers sizzling on the grill and fireworks lighting up the darkness as communities celebrate. Sadly, all too often these happy sounds have to compete with emergency sirens or are replaced with the noisy hustle of a local emergency room.
What's a state to do when the federal surface transportation program heads toward its Sept. 1 expiration date with little promise of a new transportation bill, and the Federal Highway Trust Fund's expenditures outpace tax receipts about $1.25 billion a month?
Understanding stormwater pollution actually is quite simple. When it rains, it pours, and when it pours, the storm-water process is set in motion.
A recent Gallup poll which asked 1,027 adult Americans how much confidence they had in 17 of the country's institutions may show what most folks already know.
Mama used to fry biscuits. If you had known Mama, that wouldn't surprise you, because she fried every food possible. In the course of her life, I knew her to fry green beans, corn, grits and cornmeal mush.
I wish toddler enthusiasm was infectious. I love seeing my 2-year-old daughter happy about anything and, to an extent, her elation at simple things does wear off on me. However, it would be nice if I could get as excited about anything in life - anything at all - as Reese does about blowing bubbles. Or sitting in a wading pool in the backyard. Or getting a taste of apple juice that hasn't been cut with water to reduce the sugar content.
I was on my computer the other day - just as I am every day of my life - and I tried to save a project I was working on, but it would not save.
MOULTRIE - I recently tried to make a phone call to a company to address an issue relative to my profession. As I would expect, I got a recording. This is the world we live in today.
Politically speaking, perhaps the biggest news story last week was the historic loss of U.S. House Majority Leader Eric Cantor in a primary election.
I have said it before, but it bears repeating: If I don't qualify for Heaven - a distinct possibility - my preferred alternates are (a) Athens, Georgia, on a crisp fall Saturday afternoon; (b) Athens, Georgia, on a warm spring day or (c) Athens, Georgia, on any day.
For many of us, the word "home" signifies refuge, safety, caring, warmth and love - a sanctuary where we belong. Home is the place that we know is waiting for us at the end of our daily journey into the rushed and sometimes chaotic world. I love coming home in the evening- even if it is a particularly late night, which happens often. The first thing I listen for when I walk in the door is a greeting from my wife and daughter. Nothing beats a "Hey Honey" and "Hi Daddy, how was your day."
Our veterans shouldn't need an act of Congress and a presidential signature to get the Veterans Affairs healthcare system up to speed.