You see, this column might very well be the last thing I ever write for my hometown paper.
These are the fishing prospects for this weekend for the Flint River and lakes Blackshear, Seminole and Walter F. George.
The storms that devastated large parts of Albany were every bit as bad as advertised, so there’s no need to make things up.
The best things about my former career were the people — the coworkers and, most importantly, the leaders who shaped who I am today. I was reminded of all those people Thursday night at the annual Albany chamber dinner when one of those leaders who had a profound impact on me was honored.
Ever since a freak weather event ran roughshod over portions of Albany ripping off roofs, annihilating trees, crushing vehicles and shattering some of the community’s most pristine neighborhoods last week, I’ve been struggling to put what I experienced into words.
Although a few neighbors who might have caught a glimpse of me taking one of my afternoon jogs down to the lime sink in my sleeveless t-shirts might disagree, by and large, I’m a fairly modest person.
I eventually did graduate from Darton and move away, but during my time in the wilderness, my hardened rebel heart softened and when the time came to return to the Good Life City to marry the girl of my dreams, I did so with little regret. I’ve been back in Albany since 2002 and during that time, in addition to conning that beautiful girl into getting hitched, I’ve buried my dad, welcomed two children, and built a great life for myself.
When I look back on my 39th year aboard the third stone from the sun, it’s not the big- or small-screen gems or the background soundtrack of a few road trips that float into my mind’s eye. No, it’s the real stuff — the stuff that makes up a life worth living — that draws a smile across my face, gets the saltwater welled up in my eyes and spreads warmth through my heart that will forever mark 2015.