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 ...
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.
The month of April showers the observant one with a magnificent display of colors, from the fragrant wisteria blossoms creeping through the boughs of trees to the willowy stems of bright-yellow Jessamine, to the snowbells bowing their heads and wild azaleas bursting forth. Seemingly every shade of green imaginable puts on a show just for the month of April before fading and dulling as summer approaches. New life springs forth: buds and blossoms, chicks and bunnies, an empty tomb and the Resurrection.
Question: Can I plant my Easter lily outdoors?
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, his shoulder fits into the hollow of my side and the loop of my arm conforms to the back of his neck. Exactly. Perfectly. I have to tilt my chin only slightly to rest it on the blonde head, to draw in the scent of little boy. One chair, two of us.
(Note: The following is the first of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)