As with most things, our local rumor mill goes through cycles. Well, it appears that the doldrums of summer and a couple of lots being cleared have the mill working at an unusually high pace at this time, so I decided to address the rumors that I am hearing most often (FYI, I am saving the grocery store for last).
It was one of those special days at the "Old Course" - as we members like to call Smithfield Golf Club and Spa - simply because it reminds us of St. Andrews, Scotland, the fabled home of golf. Trying to copy the layout of the Scottish course is no easy task: every tee box, fairway and greens are duplicated so perfectly that one needs but to close his eyes and feel an ocean breeze and smell the haggis boiling in some wee kitchen. The rough is not for the faint of heart as it is a combination of gorse, heather, okra and ...
Droughts have personalities. The late-blooming adolescent who appears only after hope is high and the corn is tall and then proceeds to turn the green satin fronds into cardboard tubes. The chronic melancholy who arrives on the train that picks up winter and hangs around so long that, by the Fourth of July, she's just another face in the crowd at the parade. The manic-depressive that explodes the afternoon in a 20-minute three-inch downpour and then slinks away to pout for two weeks without so much as a cool breeze. This drought, the one that presently bears down on ...
Every sincere child of God wants to live faithfully before the Lord. But Satan wants us to fail, and is constantly throwing roadblocks in our path. He is a schemer (2 Corinthians 2:11) and a liar (John 8:44), who wants to lead everyone away from the will of God (Revelation 12:9). Since the Garden of Eden, he's been using the same basic methods to tempt men and women into following him (1 John 2:16). In spite of God's goodness and longing for fellowship with us (Jn14:23), we – his children – often find it difficult ...
I believe it is vital that First Amendment rights be protected, and I further believe that doing so may sometimes require ruling in favor of speech that some group, even the majority, may perceive as having generally negative consequences. Nonetheless, I was struck momentarily speechless at learning that the Supreme Court overwhelmingly (7-2) believes that banning minors from purchasing gratuitously violent video games is unconstitutional.
You know that old expression - it's time to pay the piper - well that is the case if your business is located in an unincorporated part of Bulloch County, and you haven't paid your Occupation Tax which was due on July 1.
As most of you know and remember, the decision to drop the atomic bomb not only ended World War II but created a global terror that has continued to escalate. I will never forget the times when I and my classmates went through safety drills to prepare us in case of a bomb actually being dropped on my elementary school. We all crouched under our desks and waited for the inevitable. We really weren't sure what would happen, but we saw newsreels of the destruction in Japan and the horrible results of radiation. If that weren't bad enough ...
While wandering through various Internet parenting sites the other day, I came across a professional who advises parents to never say "Because I said so."
Monday night's fireworks were nothing compared to Tuesday afternoon's explosion when Casey Anthony was found not guilty of murdering her daughter Caylee.
"When is the right time to introduce my girlfriend/boyfriend to my kids?" is a question single parents frequently ask.
The little town where Mama grew up was so small that, whenever there was a funeral, any child who wanted could leave school to attend. The church bell would ring and teachers would announce, "If you are attending the funeral today, you may leave now." Mama, whose career goal at age 10 or 12, was to be a "funeral home lady," never missed an opportunity to show respect, express condolences and observe the tricks of the trade.
After a steady stream of requests, Hal and Adam Waters have expanded their moving and storage operation to include large portable storage containers.
This past Sunday, our choir sang a beautiful rendition of Psalm 139, and I was truly touched by its powerful words. While some may say it is a psalm of lament or sorrow, I want to say it is a psalm of great comfort.
I really can't help it, this thing I have about words. This fascination with their power, this wonder at their flexibility, this compulsion to string them together into necklaces of sound and rhythm that sway around my neck as I walk. The way they feel spilling out of my mouth, puffs and bursts of air shaped by throat and teeth and tongue. The way they look on a page, black lines and squiggles that stand at attention, but only barely so. There is nothing quite so magical as the read, the written, the spoken word.
It's never too early for hype, and the Georgia Southern Eagles already have plenty of that.
What is this? A mimosa tree? Its slender branches are curved in an arc out over the ditch. Its fingerling leaves are dangling over my head. Its barkless trunk is all but hidden among the grapevines and pine trees and scrub oaks. I have walked by this very spot hundreds of times, driven by it thousands of times. How could I have never noticed a mimosa tree?
(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.)
Q: Our 5-year-old grandson sees his 5-year-old female first cousin from time to time. After they play for a while, he tells her he wants to "touch" her. This has happened twice in recent months. Her parents are very upset, but our grandson's parents read lots of parenting books and seem to think it's no big deal. Your thoughts on this matter?
As many of you may know, Paula Deen recently held two live shows in Savannah as part of her "Paula Deen LIVE!" tour. I had made plans to attend long before her team reached out to me in late July, and I wouldn't in my wildest dreams have imagined the events that followed.
Somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 years or so ago (not long after Carole and I moved from Arkansas to Statesboro), I learned of an opportunity to tour a WWII vintage U.S. Army Air Force B-17 bomber on display at the Statesboro airport. The study of history has been a favorite pursuit of mine since college, so I jumped at the chance to actually see this famous aircraft, "up close and personal!"