While the summer sun beats down on us in triple digit fury, I dream of fall.
As a child when I would visit my grandmother in Tampa, she would take us to Morrison's Cafeteria. That was a treat as there were so many choices, and you could pick out a dessert all by yourself. As you know, you haven't lived until you have been suckered into getting some of the brightly colored Jello, instead of a "real" desert. Sorry, I digress.
Bulloch County commissioners heard a presentation Tuesday about putting a community park in downtown Statesboro and a request to help fund its creation using a portion of Special Purpose Local Option Sales Tax dollars.
I've had this book on my shelf for at least 30 years, and I am always amazed at how timeless it has been. The author is good old Hans Kung, with an umlaut, a once revered Catholic theologian who fell out of grace for making some higher-ups feel uncomfortable.
Sharpened pencils, new bookbags, yellow buses, and promises of impending tests belie the fact that summer is not truly over. According to the calendar, the halfway point of the summer season - August 6 - is fresh in our minds. Keep "summer" alive with your family with a few more trips to the beach, picnics in the park, lots of popsicles, peanuts, and watermelon, and playtime in a backyard sprinkler. Make back-to-school-yet-still-summer memories with your loved ones with the holiday celebrations below or create your own cool, summer festivities.
In addition to our work in Bulloch County, the church of Christ in Statesboro helps support several efforts to preach the gospel of Christ around the world. These include the nations of Cameroon and Nigeria in West Africa, and Lithuania in Eastern Europe. Spreading the message of Christ is difficult wherever it is attempted. But, for varying reasons, the work is especially difficult in these areas, in some cases to the point of being dangerous.
To ride via scooter or not, that is the question. As the price of gasoline continues to exceed $3.50 on a consistent basis, an alternative form of transportation - specifically, the scooter - is catching hold in other parts of the state. The question is, will they become popular here?
Julie and I find ourselves sitting in the Jacksonville airport, waiting to leave for California, and watching people. I see a couple kissing goodbye; he's in uniform and she's wearing a pink sun dress. She's crying and he's sad and trying to look concerned and in control. He's not doing a very good job. Over there by concourse C is a man, well dressed and perhaps in his late 50s checking out the folks who have just arrived and walking his way. He straightens his tie, sucks in his stomach and stares at a much ...
Q: My daughter will be 3 years old soon. Her father was primary caretaker until she was around 20 months of age, then he left and she hasn't seen him since. I expected her to be clingy in the beginning however it is still continuing. She cries and screams when I drop her off anywhere-at the sitter's, church day care, even my sister's house, and she clings to me like I'm going to disappear at any moment. I don't play with her constantly in our free time; however, I do spend time with her.
The morning sunlight falls through the wooden blinds in long white rectangles onto the floor beside us. We sit at a table littered with three or four cardboard boxes of chalk. She would call them pastels, I think. The edges of the boxes are frayed and the pastels are worn down to various lengths, some of them no longer than a match.
David Allan Coe might have thought he wrote the perfect country and western song, but he didn't know Kacie Durden Marks when he sang about trains, Mama, prison and getting drunk.
A little less than six years ago, a Georgia Southern University professor brought before the Statesboro City Council legitimate concerns about clubs/restaurants near the campus giving away alcoholic drinks at no charge, holding alcohol drinking contests and the targeting by the clubs of young women in particular to abuse alcohol.
I receive a lot of press releases via email every day, and the vast majority have nothing to do with our area. However, one came through yesterday morning that caught my eye. It was from the public relations firm representing Bi-Lo.
"Summertime, and the livin' is easy," so goes the old song from Porgy and Bess. When June rolls around, I look forward to warm days and cool nights. By the time July is underway, I yearn for November. What can I say? I am fickle.
Q: Our 32-month-old daughter has always been outgoing and loves to be around people…until recently, that is. All of a sudden she has started lowering her head when we get together with people she doesn't see very often and will refuse to say hi or be friendly. Is it reasonable to expect that she say hello? At what age should we start disciplining this behavior?
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!"