The South American rain forests lose an area about the size of Alabama each year and I’m pretty sure I’m responsible for about half of that.
These are the fishing prospects for this weekend for the Flint River and lakes Blackshear, Seminole and Walter F. George.
I’m beginning to believe the entire cause of the breakdown in American society is the result of 24-hour news, weather, sports, entertainment, etc.
As I write this article it is the most important day of the year. No, I’m not writing it on Christmas day. It is Dec. 22. The last day one can order a package with any realistic expectation it will arrive by Christmas.
In the Bible it states, concerning the end times, that it would be better to have not been born than to live during those days. I think that also applied to being an Atlanta Falcons fan during the late ’60s and early ’70s.
There was a time when Christmas wasn’t quite so frantic, a time when it meant more than gift-buying and taking two weeks off from work.
Mad Mike Hughes wants to prove the Earth is flat, but instead may just confirm the law of gravity if his homemade steam-powered rocket ever gets off the ground.
Eating deer meat is just by God all-American, like John Wayne, apple pie, and fondling women you barely know if you are a congressman. But things are not like they used to be.
After careful research concerning what are the major issues that Americans are concerned with as we approach 2018, I have decided to give up and live in a garbage can.
I’m really not sure exactly what would make someone decide they wanted to eat nude in public. I don’t eat nude at my own house, even when I am alone.
I read an article this week in The Atlantic concerning a guy, James Hamblin, who decided not to shower for one month to see what effect it might have.
I must admit I’m not much of a fighter. I’m more of a cut-and-run kinda fellow. Unfortunately, I’m not very fast either, so my best bet may be to avoid confrontation of this type altogether.
We, in South Georgia, only got a 90 percent eclipse, which sounds about right as we usually don’t even get 90 percent of whatever everybody else gets, unless you count gnats.
I read with great interest recently where a research and preservation team known as Antarctic Heritage Trust (AHT) was trying to preserve artifacts from the first explorers camp sites of the continent.
Professor Rick Watson, of the UGA Terry College of Business, had announced that even though students may refer to their notes and books during testing, they can also still request, and be automatically granted, a grade change of their choice.
At the risk of further establishing that I have not a clue about the world around me, I must confess that I am a fan of the T.V. show “The Walking Dead.”
Having just endured another birthday, I know what it is like to begin to realize that maybe, just maybe, some of my dreams and goals from my youth have become unattainable.
It was June 6, 1944 when thousands of young men, most under the age of 22 hit the beaches of France to begin the D-day invasion and guarantee my freedom and yours.
Maybe it was 15 years ago when I made a last-minute dart to the grocery store, threw on a parallel striped shirt with a pair of plaid shorts, and strolled on in.
In the history of mankind there are certain events that if witnessed cannot be erased from the recesses of the human brain. You know, unsettling matters like the carnage of war, or the aftermath of a large jetliner crash, or … well, the sight of a man in a romper.
There are a lot of things about prom that I probably don’t know about anymore. For one, when did it become such a grand affair to ask the date to the prom by poster board invitation?
There was much gnashing of teeth and flailing about as the 12-year-old Hurricane boy and 13-year-old Princess were faced with an insurmountable challenge. Their phones were cut off for several consecutive days!
They laid him to rest on a near perfect Easter Sunday night at the place he loved most of all. A place he helped to build, literally from the ground up. A place he won three straight state championships. A place now known as Donald W. Beard Field.
For years I have been telling people that I am a genius and, for some reason or another, they have not believed it. But now, I am finally validated.
The most amazing thing about the whole event is that the officials did not catch this infraction, but rather a TV viewer emailed in and reported it.