The United States should be a very fishy country.
Everybody draws their line in the sand somewhere. It’s just human nature. For each of us, in many areas of life, there is that one action, argument or belief that goes too far.
In the past week there have been two different pigs up for adoption at Floyd County Animal Control. Two honest-to-goodness potbellied pigs.
Kate and Kevin, delightful young friends, were recently married at the University of Georgia Chapel, which dates back to 1832 — when a bride and groom would have been spirited away by horse and buggy following a ceremony which would have been more like a sermon.
I SCREWED UP again last week. What happened was, I noted a stack of decorated paper napkins by the photo of a lady in a formal dress. I thought perhaps someone had given What’s Her Name the napkins, and with a photo of her upon it to personalize the gift. So I asked her:
At the age of 5 in Yellowstone National Park, I saw my first grizzly. With my family, I watched a mother and two cubs walk along the shore of Yellowstone Lake. The sighting was a highlight of our trip to America’s oldest national park. It also helped launch me on a career path.
A great lady — what does it take to earn the right to be called a great lady? The following is a short biography of my wife, Maria Teresa McElwee. After reading this article, I ask you, the reader, to judge her for this title.
Some guy who fell asleep at a Yankees-Red Sox baseball game has filed a lawsuit claiming the ESPN broadcast team belittled him during his nap in the cheap seats.
I’m addicted to infomercials. I’m QVC’s target audience. They know that if they slap an “As Seen On TV” sticker on something, I’m probably going to buy it.
During my time on the Rome Police Department, I spent a lot of time doing things that I would never do in life. One of those things was chasing a big brown bear.
This city, which once made South Carolina the economic jewel of the Colonial empire, has recurring emotional influences. A brief respite here leaves you pining for a return.
A Reading from the Book of Armaments, Chapter 4, Verses 16 to 20: Then did he raise on high the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, saying, “Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” — from “Monty Python and The Holy Grail”
I should probably let my faithful readers know that while my columns may sound like the inane ramblings of a slightly delusional person, there happens to be quite a bit of ecclesiastical weight behind the things I say.
For once the Republicans got it right. But not in the way they think.
AUSTIN, Texas — There is a native Georgian buried among statesman, soldiers, judges — prominent men and women — along with Stephen F. Austin, the father of Texas, and author James Michener at the Texas State Cemetery.
IT HAPPENED AT a meeting in Atlanta. What’s Her Name and I arrived late, and the president of the college was giving his talk to a hushed audience.
I love kids. I love babies and holding babies and the way babies smell and I like playing with kids and teaching them stuff and especially conversations with kids. They’re way more intelligent than people give them credit for and you know what? They’re really funny. You wouldn’t think they are but they really have great senses of humor.
In my years of being a policeman I answered a lot of strange calls. I have hunted everything from ghosts to snakes — even chased bears around town. Once I had a chase with a monkey.
HELEN — We’ve passed the last week for fishing the Chattahoochee in these parts. If you just have to try your luck, you can fish year round in this refreshing hamlet of the state, but trout look for cool waters, and the water temperatures are not very accommodating to the beautiful and bountiful rainbow during the summer months.
My email inbox at work is a microcosm of what is good, bad and just plain weird about the information superhighway. I would settle for a boulevard.