Over the past few years most everyone in our community has been affected in some way by the downturn in the economy.
Dear Dr. Morehead:
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The crisp fresh air and the falling of leaves most certainly signal that the fall season is upon us. This time of year always invokes special thoughts and recollections. Some of my fondest memories involve the cool autumn months, intricately carved jack-o-lanterns, and obviously participating in one of the year's more enjoyable festivities - trick or treating.
I called Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Company located in Greater Garfield, to see what kind of reactions he was getting from the public to the recent shutdown of the federal government.
After a friend told me she had waited three-and-a-half hours recently to get her Georgia driver's license renewed and then had to deal with a clerk that could have passed for a robot - and an unhelpful one, at that. I thought this to be a typical example of a bunch of government bureaucrats who don't care because they don't have to. Where else are we going to go to get our driver's licenses renewed? Burger King?
In the late summer of 1968 I sat down on the floor of my grandparent's ranch house to watch television with my father and uncle. I did not get to watch what I wanted because the Democratic Convention in Chicago was on all the channels. Back then there were only three channels.
Editor's Note: This is the second of several articles by Dawson County Sheriff Billy Carlisle designed to give readers a better understanding of applicable state laws and responsible firearms ownership.
Despite the rants of publicity-seeking bigots, the blather of Twitter twits and a national news media more interested in scooping the competition than in accurate reporting, the fact is that our American system of justice presumes one is innocent until proven guilty.
I continue to be humbled by the opportunity to serve as your representative in the State House of Representatives. I recognize that the seat I fill does not belong to me, but to the people I serve.
It looks like our legislators are about to lose one of their most cherished perks: free football tickets. Bless their hearts.
When I spoke up for public schools in my last column, I had no idea that Dr. John Barge, current state superintendent of schools, was about to announce his candidacy for governor. So, I must say that although we will probably agree on a number of issues, I am not "politicking" for Barge.
Dear Syrian Rebels: I thought I'd take a minute to correspond with you as you resume your efforts to overthrow Syrian dictator Bashar Assad. You are no doubt disappointed that the United States government chose not to come to your aid as they promised. There is a good reason and that is my purpose in writing you.
I was honored Aug. 30 to be the keynote speaker at the Lanier Technical College's GED graduation at Free Chapel in Gainesville.
Because I have been physically confined and not "out and about," and because I don't have my computer available, I've done very little column writing recently except ones dealing with personal situations. But there's a public issue that I really want to understand better and to comment about: Why are public schools under such attack?
I have one of the most interesting jobs in the world. One day I am advising world leaders on the nuances of international monetary policy. The next day I am consoling a distraught reader who thinks I need to "look within myself spiritually." The last time I looked within myself, I saw my navel. It was full of lint. Never again.
The Woman Who Shares My Name instructed me that this week's column was to be about positive things. She says she is tired of bad news and thought you felt the same way. "Surely, you can find some positive things to write about," she said, "and temporarily take people's minds off all the terrible things going on in the world. I think your readers would appreciate that."
It is a potential killer whose numbers rival the deadly Ebola virus and it doesn't get near the attention it should. Unlike the dreaded illness currently ravaging West Africa this is one with a quick cure.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
I just learned of a book called, "Say Goodbye to your Southern Accent."
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