All of us who live in Bryan County realize that we live in a very unique part of Georgia. Our county is unique in many ways and one of those ways is described in Buddy Sullivan's book on the history of our county entitled "From Beautiful Zion to Red Bird Creek"
By Dick Yarbrough
New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg is some sort of bigot. In a speech about the ground zero mosque and religious freedom, Bloomberg stipulated that "it is fair to ask the organizers of the mosque to show some special sensitivity to the situation."
On July 19, I had a dentist appointment to get my teeth cleaned. I go every three months because my gums are bad from childhood neglect, plus I like going to see Erica, my hygienist. She laughs at all of my jokes. Also, I like having clean and shiny teeth, unlike some of my Flounder Creek brethren who prefer a dull shade of green.
Reporters and commentators frequently cite scientists as support for positions. In headlines, scientists assess disasters ("Scientists say Gulf spill is way worse than estimated"), bolster environmental actions ("Scientists say mountaintop mining should be stopped") even to make the obvious official ("Drought grips some of Harris County, scientists say").
The long-awaited reunion finally happened as July came to an end.
Thankfully, the name calling and mudslinging that presented itself as a runoff is over and done with. After a race that sank state politics to some pretty low places, Republican Nathan Deal narrowly edged out fellow GOP member Karen Handel to win the right to face Democrat Roy Barnes in November.
I love the state of Georgia better than apple butter, but sometimes the place can try my patience. Like right now. It is just too hot.
MOULTRIE - So how does modern man define entertainment? This question came to me the other night as I watched "Billy the Exterminator." There I was in my recliner watching some man dressed up like a rock star crawling under a house to retrieve a dead possum. He's a TV star because he can retrieve a dead possum?
The nation's Social Security program turns 75 years old this week.
The looming possibility of a federal tax increase if Congress allows the Bush administration's tax cuts to expire offers the states an opportunity to protect investment. By lowering the capital gains tax rate, Georgia could earn a much-needed economic boost, inspiring confidence that it is fertile ground for capital investment and is dedicated to economic growth.
If you could boil down the public's lament with Washington, it might be: "What happened to the adults?"
Could a countywide stormwater ordinance help Bryan County better protect its natural resources from development and all that comes with it?
The great frustration for many Americans during the debate on ObamaCare was tone-deaf politicians. No one seemed willing to listen to their concerns. Federal deficits, pork-barrel spending and cost got lost in the push to pass partisan legislation. Moving into the regulatory phase of writing the critical implementation rules, the concern is that bureaucrats will also ignore the people.
Beth Heath's biggest frustration as Madison County nurse manager is when she can't help someone, when she has to turn someone away.
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.