You might have the impression that the Civil War ended sometime around 1865, after the Confederate armies stacked their weapons, the soldiers returned to their homes, and the Southern states were readmitted into the Union.
Perhaps this renewed love affair doesn't quite rise to the level of Humphrey Bogart's Rick finding Ingrid Bergman's Ilsa in "Casablanca" - "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine" - but it is pretty darned close. My beloved corn-fried shrimp are coming back to the Georgia Sea Grill on St. Simons Island. ("Of all the eateries in all the towns in all the world, they saunter into mine.") Cue Sam and the piano.
In our little corner of the world, trees are an essential part of life. We may take them for granted, but if they were not here in our community, we would definitely miss them.
No one, regardless of how old we are, likes to be an orphan. It feels oddly like a ship that has been securely moored in a harbor but then is set free to drift without anchor. There is even a point when you feel you are without a rudder.
Perry Pratt was the kind of man everyone would want living in their hometown. As owner of Valley Country Store, Perry was a friend of just about everybody in the Valley.
Republican State Sen. Fran Millar represents Georgia's 40th District in the north Atlanta suburbs and is not your typical glad-handing, hail-fellow-well-met kind of politician. One Atlanta newspaper columnist calls him "perpetually grumpy" and "ornery." Now in his third term in the Senate after serving 12 years in the House, what you see with Sen. Millar is what you get: perpetually grumpy and ornery and a straight-shooter.
This is a fight over "freedom" that legislators don't really need. It's a fight they could have avoided. But it seems to be a fight that they are destined to have.
Editor, The end of the year comes with the very important duty for the Tax Commissioner's Office to issue property tax notices to our property owners. With a relatively late adoption of the required millage rates by our levying authorities, there is not much room for error if we are to bill in a manner to allow taxpayers who desire to pay by Dec. 31 the opportunity to do so.
This is a great month for de-cluttering your life. Although any month will do, January is a fresh year.
It was a rare, precious afternoon for me. Dixie Dew and I were settled deeply into an easy chair with legs flopped across the ottoman. She snored and I read, enjoying every delicious moment of a wonderful biography on Jackie Kennedy.
Her intentions were innocent enough as Claire Lapella purchased her very first copy of The Lennox Valley Hometown News on Tuesday, May 5, 1998. She had read The Hometown News once before, after finding an old copy under a phone book at the home where she and her "soulmate" lived before he found another soulmate and moved on. Now, stranded on her own in a place with no friends and no obvious place to make friends, Claire made her first trip alone to the town square.
Editor, One of the greatest statesmen this country has ever known is Thomas Jefferson, who lived from April 13, 1743, to July 4, 1826. He died 190 years ago, but his wisdom still lives on.
Last year, Gov. Nathan Deal had everyone thinking he would make major changes in the state's public education system when the 2016 legislative session rolled around.
My fellow Georgians, now that President Barack Obama has delivered his final soppy State of the Union address (Yay! Hooray!) and Gov. Nathan Deal has given us a nautically themed State of the State address that would have made Moby Dick proud, (Ha! Ha! Ha!) I come today to submit to you my annual State of the Column address, better known to many of you as the State of Confusion. (Yay! Clap! Clap! Clap!)
While most adults who rely on cash and food assistance in Georgia lack any education beyond high school, not enough of the state's workers are trained for so-called middle-skill jobs. Middle-skill jobs require more than a high school diploma but less than a four-year degree.
It was with remarkable bravery that Daddy plunked down $1,000 of hard earned, long saved money in 1956 to buy a few acres of ...