It might be interesting to note that there also has been only one vessel, ship or boat registered with the name "USS Screven." The ship was the Alamosa Class Cargo ship AK-210.
If the frequency of my own sightings is any indication, those "My Child Is a Terrific Kid!" bumper stickers are fast becoming ubiquitous. Curious, I did some investigating and discovered that Terrific Kids is a school-based character-building program sponsored by Kiwanis. Terrific is an acronym that stands for Thoughtful, Enthusiastic, Respectful, Responsible, Inclusive, Friendly, Inquisitive and Capable.
I think the word is pretty much out that our local business community will soon be losing one its most ardent supporters and accomplished leaders.
Julie and I had been officially dating for about six months and most of her family seemed to like me. What's not to like? We were going to visit her favorite on this particular day. She was Baba Mamie, Julie's grandmother, who lived on the fifth floor of the Simmons Apartment Complex. As we started to walk into the foyer, I heard a, "Yoo Hoo!" and looked up to see Baba Mamie leaning over her railing and tossing some candy down to us. I liked her already.
The sun did not rise today. It sprang. Did not slowly inch into the sky. Catapulted. Went from being a clean, sharp, compass-drawn arc behind the tree line to a barely-round blotch midway up the sky, its lower half covered by a cloud like a towel wrapped around its waist. A towel made of long-staple Egyptian cotton. Extra thick. Talcum powder soft.
Believe it or not, there has only been one boat, ship, or vessel registered with the name Bulloch County. It started out its career as just a number: L(anding) S(hip) T(ank) landing craft #509, part of the LST 491 class of transport vessels built for the United States Navy at the beginning of World War Two.
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
Q: I recently heard you speak in San Diego and need some clarification. While I understand that researchers have found that high self-esteem is not what it was cracked up to be, I want my kids to approach the challenges of life with confidence in their abilities. There's got to be a reconciliation point here. What is it?
I do not want to be a slave to technology, but I'm afraid there simply isn't any way to get around it. A savvy investor understands the power of technology, and the companies that manufacture it - either hardware or software, and a savvy entrepreneur uses it.
In times of great financial crisis, people sometimes need and ask for compassion as they struggle to pay bills and feed their loved ones.
Q: My kids, 4 and 3, are very loud. They yell and run inside the house. They bang toys, get into loud conflicts, and my son likes to scare his little sister by growling like a dinosaur. I know most of this stuff is normal, but I've got a new baby on the way, and I'm worried that the baby isn't going to be able to get enough rest during the day. Should I punish or just lighten up?
Somebody said that if I went outside around 9 o'clock and looked in the western sky I could see Jupiter and Venus. So I went outside and stood in the middle of the big empty yard and stared at the place where I'm usually watching the sun sink. There they were, two white lights too big to be stars and too still to be airplanes, so they must be planets. I didn't see any rings around either one of them - not that I expected to at that distance, of course - but it occurred to me at that ...
The most famous ship named "Sylvania" was a Cunard passenger liner, 608 feet long, 80 feet across and weighing in at 22,017 tons gross. Built in 1957 in the Clyde Bank Shipyards in Glasgow, Scotland, the Sylvania was one of the Cunard Line's new fleet of ships for the Canadian passenger market.
Q: Our 8-year-old son was caught stealing from the teacher's prize box at school. He has done this in the past and was punished, but it seems he hasn't gotten the picture yet. Do you have any suggestions for us?
Un partie: Stop the presses! Two weeks ago, I reviewed and commented upon Pamela Druckerman's book "Bringing Up Bebe" in which she makes the claim that French parents, on the whole, raise children who are much more well-behaved, and at earlier ages, than their American counterparts.
I have had a certain amount of interest concerning John Forbes Nash Jr. ever since Julie and I saw the very loosely-based movie on his life, "A Beautiful Mind." I also liked the fact that he was born in Bluefield, West Virginia - only a hop, skip and jump from Huntington - and I could claim a certain amount of kinship. The man was a mathematical genius, a schizophrenic and pretty odd. I do not claim any of what I just wrote as kinship. His basic theory was, "any abstract Riemannian manifold can be isometrically realized as a submanifold of Euclidean space."
Since the beginning of the 2014-2015 school year, several elementary teachers have asked me why so many of today's kids come to school with anxiety issues. That's a good question, one that I think goes to the heart of contemporary American parenting.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
A preaching friend I knew in south Mississippi about a hundred years ago recently wrote about his summer vacations at his "Granddaddy and Mamaw's" house and the "neat" experience of having to get drinking water via the hand pump and dipper at the well. I wrote him and told him I could remember similar experiences at my dad's family farm in Indiana. The biggest differences, I guess, were the lack of a pump on the well. Grandpa used a bucket, rope and pulley to get the water up, though there was a hand pump attached to the kitchen ...
The local, as in Savannah, public radio station is off the air right now as a result of damage from a lightning storm. Without the voices of Steve Inskeep and David Greene and - since it's October and the Supreme Court is in session - Nina Totenberg igniting the pilot light of my brain, I have been left to entertain myself as I perform my morning ablutions. So I sing.