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.
I think our local organizations do a wonderful job of recognizing those individuals who give of their time and resources to make Statesboro and Bulloch County a better place to live.
I keep at least four books open on my desk and try to read from each of them at least once a day. Sometimes I will just skim, occasionally look up a point in question and now and then touch them to make sure they're still where I left them. Today, I have picked up the seventh edition of "Western Civilization" and a brief section about Medieval Society, sub section Noblewomen, to check out some stuff I want to share with my classes. You pick your stuff and I will pick mine. Okay? Okay.
A flock of blackbirds covers the field. Two hundred, maybe. Silent and still before rising, as though at the lift of some unseen maestro's baton, into the air in one loud flap like a bleached sheet on a clothesline. I watch and listen and shiver. Blackbirds. Sign of cold weather.
Michael Kaas is a young man who recently posted a petition on Change.org in protest of local police enforcing laws regarding underage drinking. He complains that arresting Georgia Southern students is ruining their lives.
Q: My 23-month-old son does well with potty training when we're at home. We use a "potty bell" and he goes every 90 minutes or so. When we're away from home, however, he seems clueless. He pees in his car seat about 5 minutes into a trip and simply will not use a potty anywhere but at our home or at my mother's (she watches him one day a week at her place). Would pull-ups be a bad thing to use when we leave the house?
Mr. Jones, the owner of a small farm on the coast, advertised for a hired hand. But people were hesitant about working on farms in the area out of fear of the terribly destructive storms that so often threatened buildings, crops and the lives of both people and animals. Consequently, the farmer found it almost impossible to hire anyone to help him with the work.
It's mid-morning on a sunny Saturday, after a satisfying brunch and visit to my local farmers' market. Dressed completely casually with nowhere to be, I stroll along East Main Street in downtown Statesboro to find an inviting sidewalk chalkboard and the doors open wide at CAKE Bakery and Cool Beanz Espresso Bar. Upon entering, I discover much more than cupcakes and caffeine. Here two kindred spirits - one culinary artist and one head coffee geek - have joined forces to make their dreams a reality.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the growth of roads and transportation in Georgia and Bulloch County beginning in 1807.)