While some of you may be singing "Take me out to the ballgame" and cheering on your favorite team, others may be singing 'take me out to the garden' and cheering on your favorite plant. Whatever your choice, this is the time to enjoy them.
I've got this place where I like to go to ponder. Some of you might have one, too. It's not so much that we need a special place for pondering; some places are just better suited for it than others. My place is "The Asphalt" -- not necessarily a name that conjures up an image of a tranquil setting conducive for contemplating one's place in the universe.
I recently presented a program to the Macon Rotary Club. Afterward I was asked if it was true that Columbus had once been in Alabama. My response was that it never had been located in Alabama, but the people of Columbus did once think that they were.
You weren't supposed to understand the secrets of the ancient Greek and Roman mystery cults in the times that they flourished, unless you were yourself an initiate.
A rusty hinge lay on the slanted concrete floor of the Columbus-Lowndes Humane Society. Director Karen Johnwick sighs, leans down and picks up the scrap, and shakes her head. "You can only put a Band-Aid on something for so long," she says despondently. "We don't want to spend money here; we want to invest in the new place."
Jimmy and Joann Graham hosted a post-Pilgrimage appreciation party at their Sykes Place compound last Thursday evening.
I guess I never anticipated getting to this spot, never thought ahead far enough to imagine one of my grandchildren getting married. I knew they would grow up, of course, that I, too, would get older. I just ignored the fact. Actually, in many ways I still do.
They say you can't buy love. For the most part, that is true. There are many examples of love that is "purchased." I'm not talking about the "oldest profession." I'm thinking more of people (both genders) who marry for, or because of, money.
My first house had a porch, and every house since then has had a porch. My grandma's house had a porch. Porch people begat porch people.
"Close your eyes, bend over, and let me know if the water's too hot." Before your imagination runs away with you, allow me to interpret those words.
South Pacific is a musical set in the naval war in the Pacific during World War II. There were no musicals about the naval war in the Atlantic. Richard Snow, in his book, "A Measureless Peril: America in the Fight for the Atlantic, the Longest Battle of World War II" (Scribner), points out the difference.
My house is filled with noises. "Things ... go bump in the night" ... and the day. Most of the time, we know it is only squirrels in the attic. They clatter through the walls and rattle around the spaces next to fireplaces.
These are some top "cop" stories from when I was the liaison between a charity organization and law enforcement, a little peek behind closed doors.
Women gather. Well, that's what my daddy always said and still to this day can be heard mumbling, "Humph, women gather and just gossip 'bout nuthin'."
Today marks the 66th anniversary of D-Day and it brings to mind the role that people from our area played in World War II. Though World War II seems like old history now, I grew up surrounded by relatives to whom it was very real.
Local author Deborah Schumaker's recent house guests were her son Matthew, his wife Malena Watrous and their 2 year-old son Max from San Francisco.
Remember Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha? Well ... they're back! Sex is "in the city" again! As I write this column, I am the proud holder of two tickets to the midnight premiere of "Sex and the City II,", after waiting feverishly through a month or two of seeing the same preview each time we went to the movies -- which we do a lot.
People in the Black Prairie have always taken pride in their history and their Barbecue. Very few, though, realize how close history and barbecue are tied.
2. Good times roll for Market Street music ENTERTAINMENT
5. W music students present An Evening of Classics ENTERTAINMENT