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Thank you to our city administrators and Rome city commissioners for pushing to make sure we continue what has become expected in our community — weekend voting, even during local elections.

There are many clichés about the power of working together. “Many hands make light work,” “Alone we can do little; together we can do so much.” Though it is perhaps an overused expression that we are strong when we work together, the saying is true.

For 55 years in a row, hot apple cider has been served by the cup from a cauldron heated over an open fire on a fall weekend in Rome. Sometimes the weather calls for it with a cool breeze and an overcast sky, but sometimes you drink it in spite of unseasonable heat or an unwelcome downpour b…

In a recent story that I wrote for the Rome News-Tribune (about a nudist party) I got some calls wanting me to answer some questions. As my readers know, I will never write anything that will cause embarrassment to anyone. Names I do not write in my stories. I will call first names sometimes…

William M. Tweed was a remarkable man. As the leader of Tammany Hall, the seat of New York City’s Democratic Party, he dominated the city and state Democratic Party in the 1860s. By controlling all Democratic Party nominations to city positions, his candidates were elected mayor of New York …

One of the greatest privileges, powers and honors which will always provide a way for us not only to survive but to thrive in this world is prayer.

“Consider the lilies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” (Luke 12:27).

Recently I read an article in Forks Over Knives magazine which explained why dairy should be avoided, particularly for those who have arthritis. The writer said dairy sets us up with inflammation. Arthritis is an inflammatory condition as are so many other diseases. I’d read enough. Right th…

Slavery was abolished in the United States on Dec. 2, 1865, after 750,000 Americans died from battles in the Civil War. I never dreamed the term “Civil War” would be mentioned again as a possibility 154 years later. A reasonable person would believe that we have learned from our history what…

Highway 59 winds through the foothills of Northwest Arkansas. As with so many similar highways, it was once a significant travel route, but is no longer. It tells a story of change, of being left behind, and of apparent rural poverty. I can only guess whether the residents were distressed or…

I am embarrassed to admit that I have a hard time getting through books these days. It is even more embarrassing when I see the confession written out before me. Sigh.

The sight of seeing the brother of the man who was killed in his own apartment by the police officer, have enough Christ in him to hug the officer at the end of the trial, is one of those things that we can witness in a lifetime that makes one proud to be a part of the human race. The behavi…

I believe national politics and federal elections to be of great importance to the health and security of our country. That being said, as voters our priorities have been moving in the wrong direction for many years now.

I once met a man who seemed to me

It was one of those quiet nights which we seldom had. We had not had a call for several hours and the night was slipping away. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2 a.m. It sure was quiet for a Saturday.

After temperatures in the 90s plus for what seemed like forever, we’ve got a break in the heat — enjoy it!

When I play golf, I always tee up my pink golf ball with the word HOPE written on its dimpled surface. I have purchased these Wilson balls for seven years. I make sure I turn the ball to see the four letters before I attempt to smack it down the fairway. When I view the word HOPE, I find it …

The Lord smiled on Celanese Saturday and our attempt at a neighborhood-wide yard sale was a success (for the most part).

I frequently see disgruntled Romans complaining about this or that decision by our City Commission and think, “maybe this is enough and things will change.”

The city commission campaign season is upon us and, kind of like the ridiculous weather we’ve been having, things are getting unseasonably hot around here.

I’m good about not bringing work home. I don’t tell my wife much about the bad calls, because there’s no sense in both of us having that kind of stuff on our minds.

Recently, we have been hearing the statement, “It takes a village to raise a child.” Many of us agree when we hear the statement. Has any effort been made to create the attitude necessary for such a community? With all the talk about the village, I believe many of us who talk about what it t…

Rome, Georgia, is no stranger to outstanding festivals. I often attended the Chiaha Festival and enjoyed its terrific gumbo of music, food, crafts and art. Readers of this column no doubt remember my work with The Rome International Film Festival, an event that continues to excel to this day.

Get the picture: A crisp, autumn day on a wind-swept football field. From end zone to end zone, bundled-up fans huddle along the sidelines, cheering and encouraging.

I was at a work lunch a while back at a local restaurant when an elderly gentleman and his grandson came in and sat down at the table beside us. After discussing the items on the menu, both men decided to eat from the serve yourself option offered by the restaurant.

The voice on the other side of the wall said, “Welcome. Come on in.” I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I stopped dead in my tracks, my partner walked into me. I stood with my mouth hanging open. I had stepped through the door into a backyard of naked people. I looked down at my part…

When my children, Christy and Paul, were three and four years of age, we moved from Atlanta to Winter Park, Florida, a nice suburb of Orlando. Not long after we moved there, I kept hearing about homelessness in Orlando. Atlanta is much bigger than Orlando. What could be unique about homeless…

In the 1980s, my children and I would often drive into Atlanta from the suburbs to hear the teachings of John S. Riley, who led the weekly Metro Bible Study on Tuesday nights. The crowds were enormous, and to listen to this man’s inspirational messages was purely a gift.

Returning from an Honor Flight visit to D.C. recently, I read an article, “I Refuse to Listen to White Women Cry,” in the Sunday edition of the Washington Post. The piece highlighted the impatience of black activist Rachel Cargle with whites’ reaction to her stories about discrimination. I a…

In today’s news cycle, it’s hard to break through the noise with the real issues that matter to the average American. Headlines throughout the country are catching the most incendiary, partisan topics, when in reality voters are trying to voice their support for the issues that affect them e…

I have a lot of stuff. Do you? If I don’t spend enough time getting rid of the stuff that comes into the house it starts piling up. And yet, I still find myself at the store buying more stuff, even when there is already stuff at home that I don’t need. There have been many books written on h…

This message is not intended to start a conspiracy theory, but just to suggest that we take our earth more seriously. Hopefully, we will question ourselves by asking if what we are doing is hurting or helping this earth be fruitful as the Creator intended it to be. Lately, there has been muc…

With nearly 25 million Americans hitting the road in recreational vehicles in 2019, it is no wonder that RV sales are the highest ever. As young people and diverse populations change their minds about how they go about vacationing, an industry has bloomed in massive proportions. Another 41% …

We all have heard things that go thump, bump and even bang in the night. Some we find out what they are and some we never know. Some we try hard to find what made the noise and some we never try to find. Some things are better left alone.

This week’s column is different because, as you can see, I’ve written a poem. This poem is in honor of Dr. Voccio, whom I go to every six months for treatment of asthma. Dr. Voccio, this is for you.

Last week we had the honor of visiting friends in Sheboygan County, Wisconsin, which is a far piece from Georgia. We traveled with seven other couples who, along with us, traded their flip flops and fans for golf shoes and cooler air.

There is some sort of power in the written word. At least for me, it carries a bit of magic for no matter what I write, life invariably enjoys a great big belly laugh before throwing it all back into my lap. It is as if fate says, “Is that so? Well, let’s see if you really mean it.” For this…

Tear down the cardboard boxes, give them a warning ticket and next time lock them up. Jail is where those homeless, hopeless, hungry people belong. The nerve of them dirtying up our pristine city. The nerve of them detaining people asking for money and food. The nerve of them expecting help …

I had recently moved to Rome and found a delightful eatery on Broad Street made only more delightful by its co-owner and greeter-in-chief. He quickly grabbed me and told a wondrous musical tale.