My daughter, the English major (Class of ’12), was appalled. She finds it incredible her Dad, an apparent educated man, forgot and can’t remember his grammar rules or perhaps does not know them at all.
Friday, Dec. 30, was the last working day for Rome’s Downtown Development Authority Director Ann Arnold. I have to admit I called her as she was packing up her office to sing her a quick chorus of “I Just Called To Say I Love You,” and thank her for years of devoted service to our community.
When you start to read this, you will think that I am talking about the Rome Speedway. No, I am writing about the car races, foot races and all other kinds that come from being a police officer. They can occur at any time of the day or night and I have been involved in all of them.
In November, the voters of Georgia and the nation made it clear that it is time for a change. Voters spoke out about the state of our health care system, our courts, our veterans and our national security, our tax system, and our economy — including the need for better jobs here in America.
The nation’s bustling airports are in the midst of accommodating the more than 6 million people expected to take to the skies this holiday season. That surge can be hard on weary travelers who get bogged down by delays, overcrowding and cancellations, all of which is only made worse by the fact many airports feel like they were last renovated during the Cold War. Although America’s airports serve more travelers than the airports anywhere else in the world, many are handling far more passengers than their original designs intended.
I was filling up at a truck stop in rural northeastern Georgia the week before Election Day when the man at the next pump looked at my New Jersey license plate and asked, politely, “What’s a fellow like you doing here?”
The new year, 2017, has already begun. It offers you 8,756 hours. If you are average, you will sleep 2,920 of them. That leaves you with 5,836 hours in which to build your life and obtain your heart’s desire. To achieve the optimum, it is essential to exercise efficiency and effectiveness.
Barack Obama first came to national attention as a conciliator. It was 2004 at the Democratic National Convention and the Illinois state senator made a resounding, eloquent speech calling for national unity. Five years later, at his inauguration as president of the United States, he made another resounding, eloquent speech, this time calling for national division.
The chain was ice cold in my bare hands has I wrapped it around the farm gate that separates my property from that of my organic farmer friend Thomas Dollahite. I walked through one of his lower pastures, and carefully avoided the prickly hitchhikers that can quickly attach themselves to one’s jeans, socks, and most uncomfortably, ankles.
The Anti-Federalists were not happy about much of the newly proposed Constitution. They directed their particular ire at the omission of a right to trial by jury in civil cases. They had hit a sore point and the Federalist reply was weak. The Federalists argued that the form of the civil jury varied among the states so there could not be clearly one kind of civil jury for the federal courts in the Constitution. Not to worry, the Federalists soothed: Congress will take care of it instead.
No one is Southern by address. It’s not that easy. Southern is a way of life, but you are not just born into it, you are born with it. Growing up Southern is as distinct and disparate as red clay and pluff mud. Our ilk is divided by the gnat line but remains connected by biscuits, the way Mama used to make. Mine made cheese biscuits.
The “fake news” phenomenon was on vivid display in social media during the bitter 2016 presidential campaign. A typical example of the nonsense was a story, shared a million times on Facebook, stating falsely that Pope Francis had endorsed the Republican candidate, Donald Trump.
I will probably get criticism for writing about this memory, but it has stayed with me for many a year and I remember it so well. It is one of those subjects that you back away from, but you keep thinking about it — and then one day you say, “Bah, humbug,” and you go for it.
If you ever suffer the misfortune of being charged with a serious crime, you will be glad that the Sixth Amendment exists. It contains the minimal requirements necessary to prevent the federal and state governments from convicting and punishing an innocent person or from railroading a defendant, whether guilty or innocent, by using a Soviet-era “show trial” as the predicate for throwing him into prison.
Selling health insurance policies across state lines has been a key item in Republicans’ health care alternative reform proposals. But only about 5 percent of the policies sold in the United States are to individuals.
There he sat. His image entered my eye before the stench filled my nostrils. His presence was unavoidable, though I tried. His oversized and ragged clothing betrayed his gaunt frame. His face and gaze mustered no hope or expectation as he clenched his sorrow cradled inside the crinkled, brown paper bag next to him.
I am a registered Democrat. I live in Floyd County, Georgia. I have a lot of experience being on the losing side of elections. And yet I number with those who were devastated by the results of the presidential election. On the Wednesday after, I could not focus; I could not comprehend. I was discouraged in a way that I have never been after an election. I have yet to completely move beyond that discouragement.