Hugh Durham is and always has been one of the funniest men I have ever heard speak in public.
1966 was a very good year, the Vietnam War, notwithstanding.
I am afraid of something happening to my kids and I am afraid of fire in the night. A local family realized both of those fears last week.
You'd think someone from South Carolina would know better.
I would have enjoyed Lincoln a lot more if I hadn't spent so much of my life studying the history of our great nation.
The holidays wore me to a frazzle. When's the last time you heard that expression?
I haven’t felt up to making any bodacious resolutions the past couple of years, but I am feeling finer than a frog’s hair split four ways these days, so I am going to give it a whirl.
Have you ever gotten a whole movie stuck in your head?
I never wanted to be one of those parents who tried to relive their lives through their kids.
I make it a point to be happy with what I get, even when I don't like what I got for Christmas.
Anticipation. What a wonderful thing. Often the buildup and the wait are better than the event itself.
Schools are supposed to be safe havens, especially for little bitty children. ... Schools are never supposed to be where children go to die.
When Christmas has come and gone this year I will not have missed one moment of its magic.
Nothing good will come from going over the 'fiscal cliff.'
Billy Graham is still telling the old, old story in contemporary style.
We have all been on both ends of the Christmas gift conundrum.
I was only two years into my formal education when America began commemorating the centennial of The War.
Why do we have to wait for the season of advent to sing joyous songs about the birth of Christ?
A hundred years ago I earned my Eagle Scout Award.
I posed a simple question to my Facebook friends Monday morning. "Favorite Christmas toy?"
Black Friday; Cyber Monday: It's gotten totally out of hand.
The third rock seems to make that annual orbit around the sun faster and faster with each passing trip.
I can't help but laugh at the commercials the big box department stores have been running lately, the ones encouraging everybody to "winterize" their houses.
I like the rain. My mama didn't. She was as afraid of a bad cloud as anybody I ever knew.
Former Covington Mayor Sam Ramsey calls Clara Lett "Newton County's Mother Teresa."
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, in 1918, the Armistice began, ending World War I -- the Great War, which was to have been the "War to End War" and to make the world "Safe for Democracy."
The revelation I am about to make is not as earth-shattering as the one John received in that dream 2,000 years ago, but it might catch a few of you off guard. I love show tunes.
There are angels among us.
I suppose we could call this weekend the calm before the storm.
I got an unusual call a couple of weeks ago, from a reporter from the big city newspaper in Atlanta.
Just as the 2012 Georgia Bulldogs put an end to loose talk about "old man football" in September, they put an end to talk about a soft defense Saturday night on the banks of the St. Johns River.
Learning to ride a bike can lead to bigger and better things.
Let me tell you -- being a part of the advanced party for the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party is tough!
This is my totally biased summary of Monday night's presidential debate.
I like going to church. Always have. I especially like listening to good preachers. I have to say here that church services for me are sometimes like a spectator sport. I love the music -- especially the old gospel hymns -- and I love critiquing the preachers, although I probably
Poor old Big Bird. He has become a talking point in the soon-to-be-over presidential campaign and the big fellow doesn't like it one bit.
I voted Monday. Yeah, I know. It was kind of early but my health has been bad. I wanted to make sure that my ballot had been cast in case something happened between now and Nov. 6.
Remember color crayons? Close your eyes and imagine opening a fresh box.
Modern technology is absolutely wonderful -- until it's not.
Fall fell on the North Georgia Piedmont Sunday evening, and I'm loving it.
If debates were scored like prize fights, Mitt Romney won last Wednesday's debate by a knock out.
I was painfully reminded this week of a long-standing truth that I had all but forgotten. Cars break down.
I love that little Methodist Church in which I was raised and the people in that church helped put me on a firm foundation.
I have watched a lot of politics over the years and I have observed that you shouldn't trust a man who eats too high in the hog
I was chatting with my friend Linda Boyd at our Oak Tree Gang tailgate party last Saturday last Saturday and the talk turned to food.
A few of us were sitting around talking the other day and talk got around, as talk is wont to do, to the old days.
Ever since I was a small child watching shoot 'em up cowboy movies on television, Texas has been a mystical sort of place for me.
Shame, shame on Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney for telling the truth.
How can you know so little about a person you love so much?
Ever since the news broke last winter that Missouri and Texas A&M would be joining the SEC, I have been determined to be a part of the welcoming party.