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?
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 ...
Fireworks and sparkling grape juice, off-key "Auld Lang Syne" tunes, a large falling ball, horns and hugs and kisses ushered in a new year. Do you have dreams and hopes for 2015? Whatever your plans for the new year, make family and loved ones a priority with lots of special time and celebrations to treasure for much longer than 365 days.
Amid allegations, speculations, and opinions whirling around regarding both the journalistic reporting of the alleged University of Virginia rape and the accuracy of the alleged rape itself, it's important to note how this national news story can shape our knowledge about sexual violence.
As the pastor who initiated the presentation of the manger scene I have special interest in the response from the community and would like to add a few insights to the conversation.
If the atheists in Bulloch County know that there is no god, then why do they care when and where I pray? And why are they rankled by a nativity scene in downtown Statesboro? If I choose to enslave my mind, as indicated on their banner on the courthouse lawn, then why does that bother them so much?
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
From the road, the wreath on the door and the swags over the windows look just right. From the road, they are even and balanced, the wire-edged ribbons are full and round and the ends flutter just the least little bit in the winter breeze. From the road, the blue on the door and the blue in the ribbons match perfectly and from the road the tiny white lights on the tree fill up the windows at the corner of the house.