Statesboro city council members will consider this morning whether to approve a memorandum of understanding with First Baptist Church, in which the city would provide labor for extending a 10-inch water line from the intersection of Hill and Oak Streets to the new church sanctuary.
This is the third week in a row that I will be writing about restaurants. If I thought that the redundancy of topic might bother you all, I wouldn't do it. But, I know for a fact that Bulloch County residents love their restaurants, so I today I am going to introduce you to the newest kid on the block, Jimmy John's Gourmet Sandwich Shop.
Though temperatures belie the fact that fall is almost here, start celebrating the beauty of the season by scrutinizing every tree and leaf for yellows, reds, and oranges. Make it a family challenge to see who can spot the most changes over the next couple of weeks. As you usher in autumn, celebrate color and temperature changes with those you love. Enjoy all of autumn with family and friends, as well as the September celebrations below.
It's that time of the year when I get the privilege of thanking Dean Bede Mitchell and the extraordinary staff of the GSU Henderson Library for their courtesy and professionalism toward me and my students. As a long ago graduate of the almost defunct Dewey Decimal System and the card catalogue that I would drop on the floor very regularly, I am amazed at the online systems allowing anyone trained in the art of research to scan the known world for information.
Born in Strathnairn, in Invernesshire, Scotland, in 1719, Lachlan McGillivray (or M'Gillivray) belonged to the ancient Scottish Clan Chattan, traditionally headed by the McIntosh family.
As a follow up to last week's column, here are some details about the new restaurant that will be opening on East Main, as well as the restaurant/dance club that is slated to open just off of West Main.
It is about a mile to the top of the mountain. The trail is rocky and narrow, so narrow that two people cannot walk side-by-side. In late summer the thick canopy of trees offers little in the way of shelter from the fleece-like heat, but a few of the trees have already started dropping leaves, most of them red, like paper napkins blown off a picnic table.
According to Acts 2, Jews from every "nation" converged on Jerusalem and received the gift of the Holy Spirit. The amazing and remarkable happening was that although these foreigners were speaking the language of their native lands, those Aramaic-speaking Jews could understand every word. This was not remotely similar to the Glossolalia of I Corinthians 14. In other words, everyone heard the alien languages and needed no translation. The gift of God's Spirit was both sight and sound.
Last Thursday night, my two daughters and I went to the Coconut Thai Cuisine restaurant in the College Plaza shopping center located at the corner of Fair Road and Zetterower Avenue. Every time I go in there, I appreciate what it takes to make a restaurant "go."
I still remember the time when I was a young man growing up in Huntington, West Virginia - that's west - attending Fifth Avenue Baptist Church and hearing the newly-appointed pastor from just plain Virginia say, "Anyone in here who begins reading that new revised standard version of the Bible will go to hell and should resign this church immediately!" Since he and most folks were raised on the old King James edition, he could not understand the scholarship and accuracy that the RSV provided, especially since it differed significantly in language and translation.
Major Joseph Habersham, a Savannahian, was born on July 28, 1751 to James Habersham and Mary Bolton. His father, James, filled in for Royal Governor Sir James Wright when he was in England.
There are only a handful of guys in Georgia Southern's offense who have any real, in-game experience playing college football, fewer that have played their current position before and, by the way, only one quarterback has any in-game experience at all.
I am sure that we are all pretty used to seeing the little signs that are posted next to the road advertising everything from apartment rentals to candidates seeking political office. In fact, they have become "old hat", and frankly I don't pay much attention to them anymore, in most cases.
Probably just about everybody has seen one. They're very common-place, and, as far as I know, can be seen just about anywhere in the world. Some are more complete in their development, but they're all beautiful. Conditions have to be just right, but it's the conditions that make them such wonderful reminders.
Start across the Sidney Lanier Bridge from either direction and, just before you reach the crest, you will become convinced that you are going to drive straight into the sky. On a hot July day - when white puffy clouds approach like meringues, seductive with soporific sweetness, clouds that look like the blow-up slides used to rescue passengers from airplanes - that's exactly what you want to do.
A flock of blackbirds covers the field. Two hundred, maybe. Silent and still before rising, as though at the lift of some unseen maestro's baton, into the air in one loud flap like a bleached sheet on a clothesline. I watch and listen and shiver. Blackbirds. Sign of cold weather.
Michael Kaas is a young man who recently posted a petition on Change.org in protest of local police enforcing laws regarding underage drinking. He complains that arresting Georgia Southern students is ruining their lives.