This week, the House Transportation committee had confirmation hearings for Georgia's first transportation planning director.
Like Richard Nixon, Barack Obama wants to govern on the strength of a silent majority, although with a twist. Obama wants the majority that opposes or questions his policies to stay silent.
I see where the Philadelphia Eagles signed Michael Vick to a one-year contract with an option for a second year. Well, you know what; I'm happy for the Eagles, happy for Vick and happy for the Atlanta Falcons, too.
I have just attended the Sweet Tea Summit. It was like President Obama's recent Beer Summit except we didn't have to endure Joe Biden and his motor mouth.
We join with those who mourn the loss of Capt. Matthew Freeman, the Marine pilot killed Friday in Afghanistan, and our sympathies go out to his family and friends. We know full well there is nothing we can do to help ease their pain.
During four days of hearings into the nomination of Judge Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court, the members of the Senate Judiciary Committee asked her 583 questions. Yet when they were done, we knew little more of importance than we did at the beginning.
By all accounts, Barack Obama's father, the Kenyan student studying in America, was cocksure and impressed with his own talents. The arrogance gene must be dominant. Obama clearly has it.
I called Democratic Congressman Jim Marshall who represents Georgia's 8th Congressional District in Middle Georgia to check the status of health care reform currently lurching its way through Congress. I know what is being proposed. What I wanted to know was if this hydra-headed monster has a chance of passage. I had been told he was one person in Washington who would not give me the party line on this controversial issue. He would tell it like it is. And he did.
If you're like me you can't wait till Southeastern Conference football starts back in the fall. Many people believe it just can't get any better than watching Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Tennessee and South Carolina duke it out on the gridiron.
Barack Obama raised near-millennial expectations last year. If elected, he'd transform the dreary realities of Washington with his blazing freshness. He'd win over Republicans with his engaging post-partisanship. He'd solve long-standing national problems with his nonideological pragmatism.
If comments made in this space have in any way angered, dismayed or caused dry heaves to anyone who has read them, it may be that I should have calibrated my words differently. I'll guarantee Barack Obama knows what I'm talking about.
The fiscal year '09 figures for Georgia's state budget are in and the news is concerning.
When Barack Obama pilfered Martin Luther King Jr.'s line about the "fierce urgency of now," he wasn't kidding. The line has come to define his presidency. His legislative strategy moves in two gears - heedlessly fast and recklessly faster.
This is my first column since my rotator cuff surgery and it hasn't been easy getting the words to come out the way I intended them to. My left hand is slower than a Georgia Income Tax return and my right hand is totally unsympathetic and hops across the keyboard like a bunny rabbit. What results are some newly-minted words that would feel at home in your basic Kazakhstani dictionary. My computer's spell-check has quit, saying life is too short to be looking up words like "jgoflnib" and "dopwrogz."
When I think back on the days of my youth, that time when I had the privilege of traveling on the NASCAR circuit, it would be hard to pick a lesson learned that was more important than another.
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I am superficial. I know that looks matter - when it comes to our community's appearance, that is.
Editor, I'm appalled - to say the least - at the extravagant salary paid to Liberty County School System Superintendent Dr. Valya Lee.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Editor, The following is an open letter on sequestration to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nevada, from retired U.S. Army Gen. Gordon R. Sullivan, head of the Association of the United States Army:
Some of my favorite Norman Rockwell prints all have something to do with eating, but not for the reasons you might think.
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could"? That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of northwest Georgia, not far from the Tennessee line.
In an article that appeared in the Feb. 20, 2013 edition of the Coastal Courier, the Liberty County commissioners blamed Midway for delaying the fire plan, but never addressed or discussed why the city opted out of the county fire plan.
Lately, I've been thinking about the treasure trove that can be found in life's challenging times - the wisdom, the victories, the emotional muscle built and, of course, the stories. As those who know me well often say with a smile, "It's always about the story with her."
This weekend, Keep Liberty Beautiful will host two Native Plant Awareness Giveaway Days to encourage the use of native plants and other great growers in our community.
I realize, perhaps better than anyone, that it's not polite to ask others about their reproductive plans. I've long ranted about how much it annoyed me when friends, family members and even perfect strangers would inquire about a possible plunge into parenthood. Even now, as most of my readers know, I get aggravated when people ask whether my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, will ever be a sister.