Shortly after I arrived in Statesboro in 2002, a gentleman in the truest sense of the word shuffled into my office and introduced himself: "I'm Kemp Mabry. I wanted to welcome you to Statesboro. You'll like it here."
After weeks and weeks of dreary and cold weather, the recent delightful day of sunshine was more than I could bear.
As New Year's approaches, columnists everywhere are dancing with glee as they don't have to strain to come up with something to write about this week.
I felt weak, sweaty and restless. My throat was sore. I coughed. The medication made me tense. I slept fitfully. When I finally dozed off, the phone rang.
The old saying is, history repeats itself. This time, however, it was with a cow instead of a pony.
Long before my Caucasian ancestors arrived in this country, my Native American ancestors lived here.
If historical Georgia had adopted a law similar to the proposed Cherokee County illegal alien renters' ordinance, the Peach State would be a far different place. Our population would include fewer Irish boozers, English ne'er-do-wells, Yankee carpetbaggers and Florida refugees. We also might have a paucity of talented tenors, exceptional sailors, inspiring preachers and go-go business leaders.
Gov. Sonny Perdue and his legislative leaders have sent Georgians a clear message, which goes something like this: "Do not expect any grand reform initiatives from state government in the next four years. Georgians let us know in the Nov. 7 election that they are happy about the way things are going. They do not want to rock the boat, and we are not going to rock it."
If I die and come back as something else, I pray it won't be a fish. Especially a male Siamese Fighting fish, also known as "betta splendens," or just plain betta. These magnificent fish must live alone, or they will fight to the death, so it is said. How they procreate is a story in itself. The water must be still, not aerated; a certain depth, and the male must make a nest of bubbles. ...
The fabled New Georgia, promised to appear at any moment since Republicans took power four years ago, emerged in full view in last week's governor's race.
Many Georgia Southern football fans are disappointed with the results of this year's team. Coming off an 8-3 regular season and – well, there's no good way to say this – a collapse in the second half of their playoff game against Texas State, many fans were looking forward to a championship run this year with much of last year's team coming back.
A recent forum on immigration issues focused on the September raids where numerous families were torn apart as law enforcement arrested illegal aliens in Stillmore and other areas.
You have to hand it to Gov. Sonny Perdue. He ran a first-rate campaign for reelection. It is amazing what a fellow can do with $20 million, not to mention the support of President Bush and 98 percent of the state's bankers, lobbyists and land developers. Purdue gave challenger Mark Taylor a good old-fashioned whipping.
It was the shortest obituary I have ever seen, less than 50 words: "Mr. Gordon Jack Cannady, 64, died Monday night in Statesboro.
October. The mustard and turnip patch has been planted. The broom sedge, which wasn't there two weeks ago, is beginning to grow along the edges of the fields and sways in the breeze that wasn't there two weeks ago either. The loosestrife is yielding to goldenrod. The hummingbirds have all but disappeared.