A couple of weeks ago, a strange thing happened at the Austin, Texas festival celebrating culture and technology. A small – but somewhat loud – group of protesters gathered outside of the building where the annual expo’s Interactive floor show is held and started chanting.
As the years slide by, I find myself reminiscing about my youth spent in Rockmart. Growing up on Smith Street with my parents and sisters. I remember playing all over the neighborhood with Bill Dean. David Cole lived one street over. Anslie Garner’s grandmother lived across the street. The Thompson girls lived next door, and the Cagle girls lived just down the street. All our parents raised us and our friends. Discipline was administered by whichever parent was near. Praise and love given by all.
I have been thinking a lot about time lately, a subject I am both fascinated by and fearful of keeping on my mind for too long.
Editor’s Note: The bill has slightly changed since it’s last iteration when coming out of committee, but I still stand behind the sentiment.
The following letter came in from Mrs. Bowman in response to Kevin Myrick's column on the State of the Union.
One of my favorite lines from movie and television, re-used again and again, has always been this: “oh, will someone please think of the children?!”
The other day I read an article about Ideal Bakery closing down in Cedartown, and wanted to share my history with the bakery for what it’s worth.
When I was a snot-nosed pre-teen, I used to have to ride the bus home from school everyday from middle school. It was an hour and a half long trip that started on Lady’s Island, S.C., and continued on to Fripp Island, where I lived.
A common problem in downtown Cedartown (I’ll admit I haven’t seen this as often in Rockmart, but surely it must be a problem everywhere) is bicycles on the sidewalks.
Every year since my senior year at Sparkman High School, I’ve made a point to tune in on the third Tuesday in January to the President’s annual address on the State of the Union.
The other day, a gentleman came in with a photograph of an old editorial cartoon, asking if we might take some space out of our paper to honor Sterling Holloway’s birthday, celebrated either on Jan. 4 or Jan. 14, depending on the sources.
Just more than a month ago, I wrote a column about my experiences as a kid with a pot bellied pig, trying to make a point about owning exotic animals as pets.
The members of Slate City Shrine Club would like to take this opportunity to thank our many friends and supporters for their generous donations to the Shrine Hospitals collected by members with their “little red bucket and red fezz” standing on the street corners.
While I was undergoing fitful dreams of delirium during the holiday break, the news was still being posted and printed, and I found myself once again surfing the internet looking for good column ideas.
New Year’s Resolutions
If there were a word that best describes me, I would say it would have to be ‘skeptical.’ Others might choose ‘gnome-like’ or ‘eccentric’ in the nicest possible ways, likely preceded or followed by “bless his heart.” Just to show I’m not tooting my own horn here, it’s also likely the word ‘boring’ has been bandied about a few times.
A long time ago, back when newspapers were printed numerous times of day, there was a great literary tradition involved with printing all kinds of different stories. Take, for instance, the playful manner in which a young Samuel Clements, also known as Mark Twain, filled in empty spaces in the paper with such headlines as “Terrible Disaster!” and then below write “was already laid out in anticipation of the need of the need, but as it has yet to happen, we’ll write - to be continued...”
Dear Mr. Claus,
What seems like a million years ago – but not too far back in reality – I stood in line with dozens of other children and their mothers at the Hamilton Place mall.
My Mother, Brenda Madden, came back to teach at Cedartown High School in 1971 after a 4 year absence. Her subject of choice was English and almost every student who graduated at Cedartown High School from that year forward till her retirement in 1997 came to know and respect her as a teacher. In her retirement year, many people have come from near and far to share with my Mom their life successes and have offered her their heartfelt thanks. Educators who have made an impact on the lives of students like my Mom and many others have had a simple mindset when it comes to education – sacrifice to do what is best for every child.
A strange story out of Atlanta last week caught my attention on the Associated Press wire and immediately had me slapping my head and saying, “what in the world are these people thinking?”
There was a story on CNN earlier this week that immediately got my attention and has me wondering what limits to our freedom of speech will come next.
A bleak, rainy Sunday afternoon greeted me in Cedartown as I sat down at my messy desk to figure out what to type this week about Thanksgiving. These past years have seen my houses divided, traditions turned upside down and even a flare up of a deep fryer which sent flames shooting toward me.
Local man upset with Polk County Commissioners following LOST lawsuit
The other day, I posted a link to a New York Times story from June on the Fish Wrap’s Facebook page. The story presented every county in the United States along with some various statistical evidence to go along with the Times’ theory that, many areas of the nation are doing better than others in this latest post-recession recovery.
National Novel Writing Month update
When I was a kid, my family were friends with a couple, Tony and Robin, and their daughter Heather Massengill. We used to go over to their house every now and again. It was Tony, who back on my July 4th column, brought the space shuttle-style fireworks to our house to set off, which landed on the neighbor’s roof.
If I were to have a nemesis, it would be time. It is my mortal enemy, my fierce competitor against all other considerations.
A few years back when I was still a reporter with a video camera, political commentator Cokie Roberts came to Berry College for the Gloria Shatto Lecture series to give the students an insider’s view on politics in Washington.
‘Things We Fear’ callout
A judgment on the Judgment House
All throughout the month of October, I paid particular attention to the idea of fear. Fear of Ebola, fear of ISIS, and my own personal fears are just among those things which I’ve focused on.
What are the strange and wonderful things we’re afraid of in this world? Our advertising representative here at the Standard Journal Todd Britt sent along this list of phobias to me as I was getting this week’s column ready.
One of America’s greatest presidents, Franklin D. Roosevelt, said to us during some of our darkest hours that “we have nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Georgia Computer Depot's Ray McCrary provides this column on a biweekly basis for the Polk County Standard Journal.
Once upon a time, well before I was the editor and just a young lad enjoying college, I used to watch a lot of cartoons. I still watch a decent amount of animation, but I no longer get into the juvenile humor I once did with certain shows, especially those on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim.
Some time back, I penned a column about America’s military involvement in the Middle East, specifically referring to what our country should think about getting involved in another conflict across the ocean.
Get our your gas masks and plastic sheeting, because another round of horrible disease has finally made it to the United States.
It was the last night of the Polk County Fair, and I brought my girlfriend Jess and her family along for a few hours of fun. I wanted to have a chance to enjoy some rides, some deep fried food and spend a few moments with those I love while working.
I’d like to thank the Polk County Public Works Department employees for the excellent job they did for us Lakeview residents after the storm that hit here on August 30.
Anyone that knows me, from my younger days to my college days, knows that I would always come back to the City of Cedartown. I was born and raised here, I work here, I play here, I am involved here— and have no intentions of ever leaving the place that I proudly call my hometown.
Two hundred twenty-seven years ago, thirty-nine men crafted the governing document for our great nation. Meeting in a stuffy room in Philadelphia, they set out the foundation for how our country functions as a collection of sovereign states.
A few years back I was on the phone with my Aunt Lori, chatting about the daily whims of life, and we got to talking about one of our favorite subjects: education.
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.
Ladies and gentleman of Polk County, I have a confession to make. I have a monkey on my back I can’t seem to shake no matter what I do. It controls my every move, and without it I would be a blubbering baby hiding in the corner when I wake every morning.
A story: a man tries to show a 9-year-old girl how to use a sub machine gun on a firing range. Girl shoots and kills instructor. Everyone is horrified.
While the rest of our nation is dumping buckets of ice water on themselves and drafting for fantasy football, the people of Ferguson, Mo. have been occupied by an army of militarized police.
Christmas comes but once a year, but it sure does seem to start earlier every year.
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.
A man in a wheelchair faces a murder charge after Cherokee County, Alabama, authorities found severed body parts over five miles along a county road, sheriff’s officials said.