Charlton Young and the Georgia Southern Eagles have had a tough go of things - and that's a massive understatement.
I'm sure this isn't a surprise to very many of you, but there is an immense interest as to when the Cracker Barrel restaurant is going to open and how to get a job there. Located in the Statesboro Crossing retail development at the corner of the Veterans Parkway and Brannen Street, the restaurant is now very close to completion.
If there is one thing business owners are known for, it is creating and executing initiatives that grow top-line revenue.
Imagine the following comments from the devil to people thinking they should be afraid of him.
A Florida friend said to me, "Be what you is, because if you try to be what you ain't, then you ain't what you is." If that doesn't smack of poetry, I don't know what does.
The first northern boundary of Georgia in the original Georgia charter of 1732 extended along the southern boundary of South Carolina, while its original southern boundary extended down into what most referred to as the "Debatable Lands."
I never knew silence could be so loud.
Owen Honors. Randy Edsall. Vince Lombardi. Not just three names, but three people to learn some critical things about leadership from.
Last week was the Promdicator. This week I would like to look at real estate, specifically 2009 versus 2010. With the help of local realtor Shannon Grindler - our real estate statistics guru - I have a "mixed bag" to report.
There's a church in Grand Rapids, Mich., that used to be a shopping mall. I've never seen it, but I can imagine that its architecture isn't exactly what one would call traditional. I understand, in fact, that the sanctuary - which they may not even call the sanctuary - is sort of, well, round. Not semi-circular with two or three aisles leading up to the pulpit like sun rays on an elementary school bulletin board, but round with chairs or pews placed all the way around the platform where the pastor stands. Interesting.
Reverend James R. Miller came to the Georgia & South Carolina border area in order to spread the gospel. Miller's first pastorate was at the Mill Creek Primitive Baptist Church.
"For God so loved the world..." This past week, we received an email from my brother-in-law, we believed, that read, "Help! I am in Italy and have lost my passport and my credit cards and need just enough cash to get home. I'll pay you back as soon as I can. Love, ..."
We are inundated with economic barometers on a daily basis. From the unemployment rate to the consumer price index, these important, closely watched indices are reported on with great fervor as we all hold our collective breath.
You have waited long enough! The time has come, repercussions are on the way unless you act immediately, and there is no forgiveness for slackers.
The family name Richardson translates in "Olde German" to "son of Richard." The name has two parts: "Ric", which means power; and "hard," which means brave. This translation was best displayed in the English King known as "Richard the Lion-Hearted."
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.