I leave the farm in the dark and drive thirty miles to Jesup, through wisps of lowland fog, and park at the dilapidated train station. The building looks as if it suffered a fire and now it is rotting away, boulder-sized holes in its low-reaching roof.
As Georgia's 2008 political campaign scene develops, the missed opportunity for state Democrats becomes increasingly clear. A recent poll showed competition in a Georgia presidential campaign for the first time since 1996.
As cars are to Detroit, real estate is to South Bryan and Richmond Hill.
If you believe our online polls at bryancountynews.net, a majority of you don't trust your public officials and the possibility of school uniforms was the biggest issue in the county last year .
I guess I am a glutton for punishment. With the temperature still hovering around 90 degrees, I spent two and a half hours in my sweat lodge of a photo blind in attempt to document the comings and goings of my now four painted buntings yesterday. Despite their beauty and character, my focus was lured elsewhere. Some 10 feet away off to my left sits my lone bluebird box with its four nestlings.
In a perfect world, there would be no need for monuments inscribed with names of fallen warriors and no need of community celebrations for soldiers returning from our latest war.
If you read Saturday's paper, you may recall the Bryan County News – along with the Richmond Hill-Bryan County Chamber of Commerce – is sponsoring a political forum July 10 involving candidates for the school board.
It is a fact: Students in Georgia and the nation do not measure up to their peers in other countries known to provide a world-class education. While the debate continues over who's to blame and policy-makers pay lip service to preparing students for the 21st century - here for almost a decade already - the U.S. education system muddles on as a 19th-century model.
Aging – some do it more gracefully than others…but we all face the many challenges of growing old. Some say aging is a mental state. You know these folks; they are the people that say, "I'm not getting older I'm getting better" or "You're only as old as you feel." I like this positive way of thinking. Today I feel about 93.
Living with an invisible disease is not easy but it has taught me to be a lot more patient with individuals I see using those power chairs or parking spaces.
As gas prices have continued to climb they seem no longer to have the ability to shock us. Instead, we note each hike in the cost of a gallon of gas with what appears to be a mixture of morbid fascination and grim helplessness, as if we've known all along another shoe is about to drop, and then another shoe and another.
With all the talk about hurricanes, it's always that scenario of "what if," instead of "when."
Some random thoughts on a Thursday night at the office. Save tax dollars, part one: someone stuck a new 35 mph speed limit sign on a street not far from my home the other day and it got me to thinking. Since few folks if any bothered to obey the old 45 mph speed limit sign, what makes anyone think people will obey the new one? I'm all for slowing ...
Our wait is finally over. Two weeks ago our precious baby girl was born. No reason now to envy all the new parents in the yard. We now have our own little nestling. I immediately begin to think about all of my new responsibilities as a parent as well as all of the new and exciting things I want to show her and teach her.
Hurricane season officially started Sunday. Big deal, right? Actually, yeah, it is. The trouble is, we just don't seem to get it. Every year, public safety folks warn us of the risks we could face if a storm churns this way. Then nothing happens and we tend to wonder what all the fuss was bout. Truth is, Georgia has been so lucky for so long it's made us ...
I'm a bit old-fashioned when it comes to values. Now, mind you, I'm not talking about politics here; I try to steer clear of hot-button issues when it comes to this column. However, I could see how the two could become easily confused or even intertwined.
Charlie Tinker, according to his diary, was feeling poorly on the morning of April 15, 1865. He had left the office April 12 and gone home to bed. A doctor visited and said he must stay in bed since he had an intermittent fever.