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 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.
Editor, An editorial cartoon by R. McKee serves as a modern take on the old Hans Christian Anderson tale about the emperor who was swindled by to weavers who promise to make him a suit of clothes that is invisible to people who are stupid and incompetent. When the emperor and his cabinet members cannot see the clothes, they pretend to be able to see them for fear of being deemed unfit for their positions. In reality, the swindlers only pretended to make the suit and clothe the emperor. He isn't wearing anything.
On my "to-do" list last week was a reminder to call former Gov. Carl Sanders and see if he had any thoughts on how to get the field at Sanford Stadium named for UGA's former coach and athletic director Vince Dooley. I knew he would like the idea and perhaps could jerk a few chains I seem to have been unable to rattle thus far.
Back in 1966, Bobby Fuller sang about, "Robbin' people with a six-gun, I fought the law and the law won." And rightfully so - robbery is a crime. But what happens when it's the law doing the robbing and the law wins?
It started accidentally. Some good ideas and memorable moments are like that. They aren't planned. They're born, bringing with them an ability to nudge a way naturally into our lives and become a tradition.
Moms want everything and nothing at all. We want to be everywhere at once and also nowhere to be found. We want to impress everyone, handle every chore imaginable and spend every waking second bonding with our children. We also want to totally escape from life. Failure to accomplish this leads to immense guilt and, occasionally, foul moods.
Editor's note: U.S. Rep. Buddy Carter, R-Georgia, and other area elected officials will contribute periodic columns during the upcoming legislative sessions. This is a report about orientation that he went through last week.
I was on St. Simons Island last week, scarfing down massive amounts of corn-fried shrimp at the exquisite little Georgia Sea Grill, when someone came to the table to inquire if Junior E. Lee had finished his analysis of the recent election. That really puffed up Junior when I told him.
One afternoon, I had a hankering, a primal-like craving, for a supper of pinto beans and cornbread with a tall glass of cold, rich buttermilk thrown in for good measure and extra filling.
Typically, I use this weekly column to address parenting issues, reflect on challenges faced by (fairly) new moms and provide what I hope are amusing anecdotes that stem from daily life encounters with a toddler. This Sunday, though, I'm going to explore a topic that's more indirectly related to - but still very much a part of - child-rearing.
Residents of Bryan County have the opportunity Monday to show our support for a continued strong presence of the Marne Division in Bryan and surrounding counties.
This is a story I shared with some of you a couple of years ago, but given the well-deserved tributes this week to our veterans, it seems an appropriate time to share it with all of you. It is about a terrorist; an honest-to-God terrorist. Not only does he not deny the appellation, he's proud of it.
At the Department of Veterans Affairs, we have one of the most noble and inspiring missions in government. I accepted this job and joined this mission to better serve you - our veterans - and improve the delivery of the care and benefits you have earned. It is our privilege to serve you, and I have made clear that as we move forward as a department, we will judge the success of all our efforts against a single metric - the outcomes we provide for veterans.
Over the years, I've crossed paths with many who were extremely successful as well as some who were such miserable failures that, as Mama liked to say, they "ain't worth the breath they draw."
I recently saw a meme posted to a social-media site that said something along the lines of "Having children: Your way of showing the world you no longer intend to be on time - ever."
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