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Getting over 9/11

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Several days ago I was reading about the proposed mosque to be built near the scene of the 9/11 attacks in New York. The nationally known newspaper had interviewed a number of persons and the opinions on the subject were varied. One, however, stood out to me.

Commenting on the opposition to putting the mosque near the attack site, one person, a young American woman, said something like this: “The 9/11 attacks were nine years ago. Isn’t it about time people got over this?” Read More»

See you on the road

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Prior to a week and a half ago, I had never ridden a motorcycle in my life. Well, that’s not totally true. When I was 15, I took off on a friend’s bike and made it about 30 feet before I crashed. I bear the scar on my right shin to this day.

When my parents, who were adamantly opposed to motorcycles, saw the cut on my leg and inquired as to what happened, I told them that my wall locker at school was stuck and, when I jerked it open, the door hit my leg with such force that it gashed it. They bought it — I think. Read More»

Headline news

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In one of the local newspapers recently, the front page headlines read, “Fatal Shooting,” “Pedestrian Killed on Highway 34,” along with the announcement about the death of a local leader, and the news of six teenagers who were involved in a car accident. True enough, the headlines are often filled with disaster, death, and violence. Yet, on the same front page was this headline, “Children Help Firefighters Rescue Kitten from Drain.” Read More»

The day the Droid died

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There was a day when I could walk and chew gum at the same time. I keep forgetting that “back in the day” is, for me, “back in the decade.” It was my recent attempt at multi-tasking that brought me to trouble.

For years I had a simple cell phone. No camera, no gadgets, no gee-whiz apps or software — just a phone. Most of the young people looked at my phone as if it were a rotary phone or a record ... something ancient. Read More»

The Harley

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A couple of months ago, I announced that I had come up with a “Bucket List” of things I wanted to do or places I desired to see before I “kicked the bucket.”

Actually, it was a “barf bag list.” I decided to make this list while on an airline flight and, scrambling around for some paper on which to write, all I could find was an air sickness bag. So I made a “Barf Bag List,” a simple statement of things I’d like to do before I “choke.” Read More»

Remembering Jean Massengill

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Jean Masengill was an imposing presence at Dobyns-Bennett High School. It wasn’t that she was harsh or mean — quite the opposite. But she was serious about the subjects of English and literature.

The fact that I was a jock, a center on the school’s football team, impressed her not one whit. Neither was she impressed by my attempts to play the cool guy or the class clown. Any charm that I may have possessed was lost on her. She was there to teach and she assumed that you were there to learn. Read More»

Celebrating 60 years together

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In just a couple of months, my wife and I will celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. I have referred to that day as the day “when we complete 39 years of a life sentence.” I only speak like that when Cindy is not around. However, that cannot hold a candle to the celebration this weekend when my wife’s parents, John and Bette Douglas, observe their 60th wedding anniversary.

To mark the occasion, the John and Bette Douglas clan, and those related by birth and/or marriage, are all journeying to the Fayette/Coweta area for what will be a limited reunion and an anniversary bash. Read More»

The dirt road

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Over the past several years, I have heard a number of country songs referring to “dirt roads.” Usually, the singer is remembering his or her childhood with fondness and especially the friends and family that lived along the dirt road. Dirt roads seem quaint and reminders of a better time.

In the song, “Red Dirt Road,” Brooks and Dunn sing of walking to church, racing barefoot, finding Jesus, drinking that first beer, wrecking a car, and learning profound lessons of life on the red dirt road. Read More»

Fear and discouragement

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Even as the politicians are proclaiming that the economy is improving, hundreds of thousands of breadwinners are finding themselves without work. It is generally acknowledged that the current financial situation is the worst since the Great Depression. The level of spending by the federal government would have been considered reckless insanity only a few years ago and the national debt threatens to stifle future generations. Read More»

Give it a shot

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I am a “certified peace officer” in the State of Georgia, having graduated from the Fulton County Public Safety Training Center in 1992. In order to keep my certification current, I must return to the pistol range each year and qualify. Normally, I go with the members of the Peachtree City Police Department during their regular qualification times. Because I am a good shot, I enjoy these times. Read More»