Opinion/Editorial

Joy, as I’ve mentioned in this column several times this year, is my word theme for 2019. Further, I’ve indicated that if we look for joy we will find it. Although I am hardwired for optimism, I sometimes get discouraged. I am, after all, only human.

How many times in our lives, do we get the opportunity to know people whom we have never met and yet, never forget? Whether online, over the phone or through a letter, these are the ones who respond with kindness and concern. These are the wonderful folks who genuinely are supportive, consid…

Have you ever needed to get from one place to another and realized that the route you have planned has a “Bridge Out”? Do you remember the massive fire that collapsed a bridge on Interstate 85 in Atlanta on the evening of March 30, 2017? After the 92-foot-long section collapsed, I-85 was clo…

Does anyone remember the “Baby Blues” comic strip? I loved its great illustrations of the daily, un-glamorous, tiring and quirky parts of taking care of children. One favorite was that of the father picking up his toddler from the floor for her bath. She screamed, “NOOOO! No baff, no baff, n…

Twenty-two years of my life here in Rome were spent at East Rome High School (ERHS), which was the best place that I could have been. My first three years here as a young teacher were at Main High School, a short-lived experience where I got my start. Nine new teachers fresh out of college c…

I got on the phone with my dad recently and we weren’t too deep into the conversation before he said, “Can I tell you a cat joke?” “Sure,” I replied. “Just kitten,” he concluded. I laughed and it was quickly followed by another. “How do you keep a turkey in suspense?” “I don’t know.” “I’ll t…

The Atlantic sea breeze was cool. Young John Howard Payne was at his family’s homestead in East Hampton, N.Y., near the eastern end of Long Island. John was born the sixth of nine children at 33 Pearl St., New York, in 1791, but called East Hampton home the first few years of life after his …

They had spent decades in the wilderness, learning to trust God. Now, on the threshold of the Promised Land, decisions had to be made. Who would get what land? How would they order their political lives, the ways in which they would live together in community?

Parcel to the montage of my life experiences are those bright days before sorrow cast its gray on my little niche. Each happy remembrance balances my perception against those disappointments that shattered my optimism into littered realities. Unlike some whose childhoods are tainted too earl…

Tomorrow, June 14, is Flag Day. Americans, it seems, are particularly patriotic. In the last month, we’ve had Armed Forces Day, Memorial Day, the 75th anniversary of D-Day and now Flag Day. Next month, as you know, we will observe Independence Day, the Fourth of July.

One of the landscape jobs obtained when my little landscape business was operating was taking care of the indoor plants at a local Rome restaurant. One of the nice perks of this job was free coffee whenever I came in to work the plants.

I was probably 9 or 10 when my favorite uncle divorced and remarried. Obviously I don’t remember a lot of details and did not know them anyway at that age. What I did know was that his first marriage was a very unhappy one and the second one much happier. It was the late ’50s, a small town i…

A few years ago I finally started delving deeper into my family tree. I was lucky to have the work of several cousins and other distant relatives to piggyback on, so I just started filling in the gaps I wanted for myself and trying to get a better picture of some of my more interesting ancestors.

East Rome High School teachers are growing old gracefully and are still sharing love and laughter. We were at it again as the unofficial summer eased in on June 1, 2019.

“Sooner or later you are going to have to choose what is most important to you: your job or your family.”

I was struggling the other day to advance my column toward completion. I found myself rumbling through my mind and the house at the same time, delaying any disciplined attempt to sit down and write. Knowing I was a bit stumped, I reached for a book on the shelf in hopes one of my favorite au…

My son graduated from Newnan High Thursday evening. I think anyone who attended any of the local graduations knows about the unbearable heat we experienced.

June 6, 1944. D-Day, the day the Allies invaded Normandy. 75 years ago today, 73,000 troops and 15,500 airborne troops landed on Omaha Beach and Utah Beach. A massive, complex operation of air and sea, D-Day was the largest amphibious invasion in history. After General Dwight D. Eisenhower w…

Bullying and cyberbullying is on the rise in America. It is running rampant among our youth, down the halls of their schools as well as on their phones and computers. There is also an alarming increase in teen suicides, school violence and depression.

Long family vacations were a non-factor growing up, despite an ostensibly lower-middle class life, but several day trips come to mind as summer draws closer and I start seeing internet ads for trips tailored specifically for my oddball generation, the Millennials, to drink. (I know you’re no…