Athens — Georgia is expected to be without Nick Chubb for Saturday’s game against Troy and possibly longer after the freshman tailback underwent surgery on Monday.
I have always been a big fan of television. Besides books, finding a fantastic show is one of my favorite past times. These days, I find Netflix is the best purveyor of great new series. (I’ll suggest some good shows to check out at the end of the column.)
This week, Atlanta played host to a two-day attended by concerned citizens from across the South, descending on the city from places as far away as Kentucky to hear about new Federal regulations aimed at limiting greenhouse gas emissions from power plants. It’s yet another one of President Obama’s overreaching executive orders, this time being executed by the EPA.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” or so Charles Dickens said to open the classic novel “A Tale of Two Cities” in 1859.
I just learned of a book called, “Say Goodbye to your Southern Accent.” Gosh dang. What is wrong with a Southern accent?
I am writing to thank the citizens of Polk and Haralson counties for their participation in our election and to congratulate the Honorable Meng Lim, our next Superior Court Judge, on his hard-earned victory. I look forward to trying cases before Judge Lim. He has demonstrated a tremendous work ethic throughout the campaign, and I am certain that this will be reflected in his service and devotion to his judicial office.
It is the right and the responsibility of American citizens to keep our government in check. The constitution and the bill of rights were written to limit the power of a centralized government, to keep it from becoming a distant, power-hungry, authoritarian regime like the one the colonists fought against in 1776.
I love to read about history. Whether it be Shelby Foote’s three-volume doorstop on the history of the Civil War, or Charles C. Mann’s two books on North America and the world prior to and after Columbus sailed blindly onto the shores of Hispanola (“1491” and “1493”,) I soak up every topic. My brain is a dry sponge being held under the faucet.
On the way to work this past Monday morning, I was listening to NPR for lack of an audiobook I haven’t heard a million times, and listened to an interesting story.
When I was still young, probably around five or six years old, my dad decided to get the family a pot bellied pig. So after some brief searching, my dad came across a lady that had a brand new litter of piglets looking for owners.
I’ve been working in Polk County long enough to learn one thing: everything happens here at a much slower pace than I’ve become accustomed.
It’s summertime, and with a long week of events having come and gone, I find myself staring at a computer screen and wondering “Well, Kevin, what are we going to write about in the paper this week?”
Editor’s note: The following letter came attached with a brief and interesting note from the author, which I have also chosen to share.
I love a good fireworks show.
“The fault, Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” – Cassius, Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare
ATLANTA -- Gov. Nathan Deal denied Thursday he boosted education spending in the new state budget to win votes in his re-election as Sen. Jason Carter charges.
I have two dogs, E.B. and Writer. E.B., a dachshund-chihuahua mix, is the snuggle-friendly, calm pup of the duo. Writer, well… his puppy stage will last for some time to come. He chews, knocks over and breaks something routinely.
It’s 3 a.m. and a family is asleep when an intruder breaks through a door and throws an explosive device into a portable play-pen where a baby is sleeping. The terrified and disoriented family have guns pointed in their faces. A child screams in pain from the burns on his face and the wound that left him gasping for air. The family is unable to call police for help, because the police are the ones who smashed in their door and threw the flash-bang grenade that injured the child.
Remember in school when teachers asked us what we did over summer vacations? I always had great stories, because I was born with a sense of wanderlust.
Graduation season is upon us, Polk County, and I’m reminded of it at almost every turn.
I have a song stuck in my head as I sit down to write my weekly column here before deadline. It’s a Barenaked Ladies song titled “If I had a Million Dollars,” and I have it stuck in my head for a good reason: I wish I did.