Ice hung off the eaves of the carport like jagged dragon teeth in a preschooler's drawing of scary. Stiff and unresponsive to the wind that came rushing across the field and crying like a banshee, the ice-covered limbs of the sycamore tree could have been the dragon's claws, sharp and pointed and crooked at awkward angles. Standing in the doorway, huddled inside my overcoat, I would have welcomed a quick puff of the dragon's fire breath - just enough to break the chill until I could get into the car.
Last week, members and guests of the Scottish Heritage Society of Southeast Georgia held their annual Robert Burns Supper and heard bagpipes, ate haggis, toasted lads and lassies and were knocked off their chairs by speaker Sonny Dixon, WTOC anchor, international prize winner for broadcasting excellence and one fine Scots-Irish descendant. While I can't remember all of his great jokes, I could at least remember a few he might have told. "Hey! I just met a piper with a wooden leg named Smith." "Really! What did he call his other leg?"
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.
Sixteen years ago, the house looked like a woman without makeup, a Christmas tree without ornaments, a painting without a frame - lovely, but plain. So I planted.