One of my coworkers is a member of the Osage Indian Tribe and many of his relatives live in Oklahoma. He heard I was making a speech about World War II and my association with the 45th Infantry Division.
As an old World War II Infantry soldier it has been my experience that once the enemy seized and held territory, we could bomb, shell and fire small arms into the area all we wished. And, when quiet returned, the enemy crawled out of their holes and continued to be in command of territory they held. It took our boots on the ground, and sometimes fighting house-to-house, room-to-room, with rifles, bayonets, and hand grenades to win the battle.
Having an allergy to the sting of wasps, which include yellow jackets, I am constantly reminded to be careful around these winged critters.
In a recent column, we opted to talk about gambling rather than talking turkey. I guess now is the time to go back and discuss the wild turkeys hanging out in the back yard.
Fall has just arrived and I knew it before the first chill or the calendar told me so.
What really convinced me totally of my aging was when riding in my car and turning on the radio to find some “good listening” music!
I do like living in a small town. Sometimes when eating in a local restaurant, people will walk up to my table, introduce themselves and tell me they enjoy reading my column. How nice. I do so enjoy sharing their experiences and hearing about them and their families.
A family member just returned from a visit to our hometown in Appalachia. She noted many of the local stores had closed and the economy there was in free fall as coal miners were laid off and were looking for other jobs.
I’m not a gambler and do not wish to become one. For me, coming out of the Great Depression years, money has been hard to come by unless earned.
No question about it. When Ferguson Police Officer Darren Wilson shot Michael Brown, if the facts so conclude, law enforcement suffered a major change.
Beloved and talented comic Robin Williams, 63 years old, spent decades in struggles with substance abuse and depression. He was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. Perhaps it finally overwhelmed him, because he fashioned a noose out of a belt and hung himself, ending his struggle.
It seems like all of a sudden we are hearing more than we want to hear about the Ebola virus disease. It has pushed its way onto our television screens and on the front pages of our newspapers.
We had just finished a real nice birthday family lunch. The ladies were clearing off the table when I made a casual remark. “Has anyone seen Wolfie lately?” Wolfgang was my former very special German shepherd and I had been forced by circumstances to give him away.
It was in the l940s when I was about to graduate from high school. I was wondering what I would do to earn a living. Since my uncles were coal miners, they tried to interest me in digging coal for a paycheck.
While out on the campaign trail fundraising, our president recently went to Colorado for a beer and some pool, after which he headed for Texas. But, he did not head to the border where Gov. Rick Perry says the surge of arriving children from Central America is “a humanitarian crisis.”
July 4th is my birthday and this year I cherished the 90 years I have lived upon this earth!
We probably do not think much about what a difference one letter of the alphabet can make in our lives.
My friend Frank and I worked together for years at the Newton County Judicial Center. Our lunch periods frequently fell at the same time, and we got into the habit of having lunch together. After his retirement, we continued meeting for lunch several times a week and we met recently.
I’m suffering from an identity crisis! Throughout my life, from birth until the present day, I have been Jack to the world. One day last week, I renewed my Georgia drivers license, the one I have had since the 1950s and, in order to get a new license, I had to produce an original of my birth certificate, along with other personal identification.
Many older veterans learning of the latest allegations against the Veterans Administration are having a hard time understanding why an organization that is supposed to provide veteran’s benefits is busy lying and juggling the books in an effort to deny returning vets promised benefits.
I do not know how you feel about it, but I like to think my community is occupied by law-abiding individuals and that it is a good place to live.
When you look at the status of women in other parts of the world, maybe there is some truth to that ad that tells American females “You have come a long way, baby.” We are proud of the progress made in women’s rights in America and hope for more, particularly in equal pay for equal work.
You have seen it, too, haven’t you? Contemptible, petty, just outright mean stuff going on in our everyday world. Oh, it isn’t only here. No, it is everywhere and some of it causes plain moral outrage.
It seems like people have to worry about some crisis or another every day. Maybe it is an earthquake, fire, tornadoes, floods, political upheavals, etc.
I would guess that the hoopla over Georgia’s new gun law has just begun.
Diplomacy has prevailed so far as Russia, the United States, the European Union and Ukraine have eased crises and compromised to prevent the outbreak of armed conflict. President Obama remains skeptical.
I suppose you were among the many Americans who watched when President Obama took his oath of office. For crying out loud, don’t oaths mean anything anymore!
Are Russia and China licking their chops at the prospect of the United States considering transfer of stewardship of the Internet to the international community?
This old world is a fast-moving place and time is ever marching on. Old friends have passed and new laws and regulations have us in a tizzy.
This may or may not be a true story, but the facts are all too familiar.
There’s no question about it. This long, cold, miserable winter gave me a “sitting disease.”
I’m glad to be just an observer and not Secretary of Defense Chuck Hagel. He has to be concerned with the nation’s financial stress and he has to slash budgets to keep us in line.
I was trapped inside for the better part of last week as a treacherous snow and ice storm coated roads, froze on trees, power lines and my driveway!
I was shooting the breeze with Corporal Charles Cook in the Newton County Sheriff’s office when he told me the story about Sasha, a certified narcotics detector and K-9 police officer with the Warwick Police Department.
I count myself among people who once smoked and who had refused to heed my mother’s warnings not to do so. Why is it kids think they know it all and harm cannot come to them from a bad habit?
Life is full of simple pleasures. The older I get, the more of them I like to experience.
My grandson has a degree in marine biology and is a certified diver. He has used his skills and his education to film underwater. Some of his footage has appeared on National Geographic and Discovery channels. He has been swimming with sharks and has seen their reaction to blood in the water.
Do you have some time on your hands? Don’t just twiddle your thumbs. Speculate on who might be future presidential candidates.
Another Christmas has come and gone. It has been stressful, busy and, at times, frustrating and expensive. However, it has been fun, huh? What would we ever do without such a special holiday to celebrate and spend time with family and friends?
It struck me as common sense that a professional car thief would plan each caper carefully. Having stolen before, some degree of efficiency would be expected. Even if he was a pickpocket, a shoplifter, scammer, his goal would be to plan, pull off the theft and stay out of jail.
Have you seen a copy of the new yearbook recently put out by the Newton County Sheriffs Office? I think it is a pretty neat 100-page hardback published by Peachtree Portraits.
I know it is risky writing about something you do not know a great deal about. I’m talking about flying and cell phones. Anyway, I am about to give these topics the old college try.
It is a cold, wet, dreary day with even some snowflakes reported in the local area. And, as of this writing, it is a few days before we celebrate Thanksgiving. People wonder if we should give thanks for the recent deal with Iran, where they get relief from sanctions and the world gets a promise that Iran will not develop a bomb and open up its nuclear program.
They say it was one of the most violent scenes ever recorded. I did not witness it personally, but joined hundreds of other Americans who watched on television as First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy crawled onto that trunk of the presidential limo trying to collect pieces of the president’s head.
Alvin, his mate, children, grandchildren, family and friends have taken up residence down here in south Rockdale in my yard and around the patio. Oh, it was fine for a while until these chipmunks began to outnumber me.
Hey, I’m not preaching here about the evils of gambling. Folks have to make up their own minds about wagering. What I am doing is relating my own experiences. If they offer something of value, so be it.
When you go out into the community and talk to folks you meet, you get the impression that they think our country is in a “mell-of-a-hess.”
We have some unusual rules and laws. Others do as well. Many are archaic and have been on the books for years. They haven’t been updated to make them relevant in modern society. They aren’t even enforced.
Coming home from Iraq and Afghanistan many veterans are facing new challenges.
One thing I like about Sundays around our house is reading two newspapers while we eat breakfast.