Spring is always a flirt. Occasionally a tease. But this year, ah, this year Spring has been nothing short of ... well, a liar.
It's funny how we become attached to things. Things, not people. Sometimes it seems inanimate objects actually have personalities, and we come to view them like old friends.
I saw some literature last week from the U.S. Census Bureau stating that the organization was actively hiring in our area. Today, I was able to speak with two people that are working for the Census Bureaus, but unfortunately, neither could speak officially for the organization.
The month of March very decidedly blew onto the calendar with strong winds and dipping temperatures. Don't let the lingering winter weather keep you and your loved ones from making warm memories to cherish. Celebrate each day as a gift and welcome spring into your home this month, whether or not the thermometer matches the calendar. Try a few of these honest-to-goodness, real celebrations or make up a few of your own.
Last week, our Friday night bunch went to the Emma Kelly Theater to share laughter, tears and real life experiences with the cast of "The Funeral Club." As the play unfolded, I couldn't help but realize that we knew just about everyone in the audience and we were among friends who could not only identify with but share together a touching moment in time.
The Proctors are one of Bulloch County's founding families. The name Proctor is tied to those who were officers in the Admiralty or Ecclesiastical courts in England, who served as legal advisors. In some cases, this meant being in charge of overseeing the welfare of the poor and needy.
Almost everybody has heard of the "Flying Tigers," the American pilots who were fighting the Japanese, but few people know of its Bulloch County connection. Their commander, General Robert Lee Scott Jr., or "Scotty" as he was called when he was young was born in Waynesboro on April 12, 1908, but spent much of his childhood living with his grandfather B.H. Scott in Bulloch County.
Legislators are expected to meet in Atlanta today to go over proposals from Georgia's 35 colleges and universities to cut $565 million from their budgets. The schools were told to make the proposals last week after lawmakers said Gov. Sonny Perdue's original demand of $265 million in cuts didn't go far enough.
This is a time of mixed signals for sure. On one hand, government officials and financial analysts report our economy is growing again and that the era of job "letting" has eased. Within a few days we hear that consumer confidence is down, and spending has contracted leading to "fears" in the marketplace.
Maybe in Reykjavik people can render an image of snow in cliche-less terms. Maybe in International Falls they can avoid words like pristine in describing the scenes outside their living room windows. Maybe in Kiev, where my Kate has been for five months, one can be so accustomed to it that it hardly merits mentioning.
According to the man on the radio several years ago, owners of world-famous Starbuck's Coffee decided to implement an interesting and innovative policy. In simple terms, they would pay an additional ten cents per pound for their coffee if their suppliers could show they were paying their employees at least minimum wage, and treating them well otherwise. I never heard whether this proposal motivated Starbuck's third world coffee bean suppliers to upgrade the treatment of their workers. But the proposal does raise an interesting question concerning the will of God.
In 1767, Englishman Dr. Joseph Priestley developed the process by which one could flavor water beverages. His first flavors included sarsaparilla, birch bark, dandelion and several fruit-flavored drinks. Although Swedish chemist Torben Bergman developed the process to carbonate water, it wasn't until 1832 that American John Waters developed a machine capable of producing large quantities of carbonated soda water.
It was a goodly number of years ago when I was honored to be named as a commissioner to the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church, which was held at Milwaukee, Wis. It might have been the second day of meetings and I just happened to be standing by the free coffee and donut table when a stranger came up to me and asked, "Bressler, is that you in there?" I don't get those kinds of questions too often, so I stared at his name tag and read his name, Don Munzmay. Don and I just happened to have ...
Do we really need to know every move Tiger Woods makes? Do we really care, and those of us who do - do we need to get a life?
I like surprises. The Statesboro Lady Blue Devils, the Bulloch Academy Gators and the Claxton Tigers have each had a whale of a season, so when they each went out and got a region championship, it was some good icing on their collective cake.
Over two French doors in my kitchen hangs a sign that reads, "Good wine, good friends, good times." That couldn't have described the scene around my table more on the cool and rainy Tuesday night we had earlier this week. I'd invited a few of my closest friends to my early Easter feast, where we would dine on roasted lamb with mint chutney and farm-style side dishes hailing from the soil of Screven County.
Q: My 18-year-old son and a slightly younger friend recently found some mice and decided to dispose of them. They drowned one and set the other one on fire. When I confronted my son for torturing animals, his response was, "They're just mice." Is this typical boy behavior, or should I be concerned?
Twenty-five years ago when Julie and I drove into Statesboro with the kids, we knew we had been blessed by God Who had brought us home. Strangers waved at us as we drove in, the streets were clean and there was little traffic up and down old two-lane Fair Road. I think there were only a few places to eat - mostly family style - and Georgia Southern College had perhaps 9,000 students.
All too often, we hear horror stories about "meeting" people online. It's true that predators and crazy people use the Internet as a tool to take advantage of others, but if one uses common sense, the world of cyberspace can lead to true, real relationships.
Q: Our 14-year-old son seems depressed - to us, at least. His principal sees no sign of depression but thinks he's socially anxious. The subjects of counseling and medication have come up. We have suggested to him that he get more exercise and spend less time playing video games and watching TV, but he says he hates sports. He appears to be withdrawing more and more into his video-screen world.
Note: The following is the 28th in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.
I know exactly when I fell in love with sports.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil" (Ephesians 6:10–11).
It has been some 30 years since my brother-in-law and I stood on the top of Mount Carmel in northern Israel, the site of the remarkable biblical encounter between Elijah and the priests of Baal. We had talked about 1 Kings 17 the night before and when we realized that we were not bound to the travel itinerary and read about a side trip to Haifa - just a few miles from Mount Carmel - we jumped at the chance.
Have you ever been shopping at ReTails? Yes, that's the way it's spelled, and it just happens to be one of the best thrift shops around.
A cancer diagnosis, no matter the type, can be sobering for any patient. Cervical cancer in particular can be frightening for women with fears that the diagnosis eliminates their chance to have children, or worse. As a gynecological oncologist, helping women understand the importance of preventative care can mitigate many of the threats associated with cervical cancer.
Recently, I exited my editor's office to find a lady waiting to speak to me. I was quite flabbergasted when she told me I was a former student of her father's, and that he spoke of me often until his death earlier this year.
I am, by my father's admission, a Duke's mixture. "Dad, what the heck does that mean?"
When you walk in the door of Dingus Magee's at lunch, chances are you will be met by owner, Stephanie Owens with her 100-watt smile, boundless energy and her trademark question, "You doing alright today?"
Today is my 31st birthday, which brings to mind one of the best parties I've ever thrown, my Low Country Boil Birthday Bash just a few years ago. The most popular search engine terms I receive on my food blog this time of year include phrases like "shrimp boil decorating ideas" and "Southern boil party." It's no wonder so many folks are looking for complimentary side dishes and décor ideas, now that the beautiful weather has returned to us and the spring breeze beckons us outdoors. This week, I'll share some easy entertaining tips for hosting ...