I am always interested in hearing about people who sprung up from renegades.
So a bunch of us were sitting in a pub in Dublin, chatting one another up over pints of Guinness the other day — or maybe we were in a hotel lobby having Diet Cokes — the days run together — and talk turned to experiences — recent experiences — that are now lost in time.
There is a spot on I-20 East in Atlanta where the exit for I-85 and I-75 is located. That spot – THAT spot – has been the scene of some of our more heated disagreements.
The Walk of Heroes Veterans War Memorial will hold a Memorial Day Program at 11 a.m. on Monday, May 27 at Black Shoals Park in Conyers.
As we pause this weekend to honor those whose Supreme Sacrifice has purchased the many freedoms we we enjoy as Americans, I find myself pausing to reflect on how truly remarkable that gift is.
When we were growing up, my cousin Lynn and I were weekend and summertime warriors, fighting side-by-side through childhood journeys and teenage wonders.
I’ll be a son-of-a-gun if everybody and and his brother isn’t running for the Democratic nominee for president of the United States.
Two thousand years ago, more or less, there was a group of about a dozen guys who took up with an itinerant preacher, in another part of the world.
There, on top of the tree-shaded hill, a stone’s throw from the Appalachian Trail, sets the tiny, white clapboard church called Corinth Baptist.
In his most famous dialogue, "The Republic," Plato, via Socrates, explored the idea that a just state would best function under the leadership of a perfectly just philosopher-king.
It may be a truism-in-the-making that one’s political career is over when, as a candidate, you must first apologize for your sex and race, which can mean only one thing: Young or old, you’re a white guy.
I spent the last two weeks of February in Africa. In Tanzania we visited Tangire National Park as well the Ngorongoro Crater and the Serengeti, and for good measure we went to Nairobi, Kenya, Zimbabwe, Zambia and made a brief stop in Johannesburg, South Africa, Africa was the fifth continent for my tour company in less than six years of existence. and we have made it to all 50 states and now 40 countries so far.
What Sean Davis, co-founder of the web magazine The Federalist, wrote in Tuesday’s Wall Street Journal sums up the disgust many Americans are feeling about the way big media handled the Russia collusion story: “It wasn’t merely an error here or there. America’s blue-chip journalists botched the entire story, from its birth during the presidential campaign to its final breath Sunday — and they never stopped congratulating themselves for it.”
Rep. Ilhan Omar’s (D-MN) comment that the influence of the Israeli lobby in Washington pushes lawmakers to take a pledge of “allegiance to a foreign country” was bad enough.
The president of the United States gave a rambling and incoherent two-hour speech in which he raved like a lunatic and told crazy, self-serving lies from start to finish. If that no longer qualifies as alarming, we’re in serious trouble.
I am glad I was in Africa while my brothers and sisters in the once united Methodist Church were cutting one another to shreds at the recent general conference in St. Louis. I am glad that I only caught glimpses of the terrible things that people representing Jesus Christ were saying about one another in the name of love and unity.
“Let’s all be on the right side of history,” a jubilant Spike Lee said Sunday night as he accepted his Oscar. He needn’t have worried. Hollywood seems to have gotten the message.
I will readily admit that until a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have known Jusse Smollette if he jumped up and “bit me on the buttocks” — to quote Forrest Gump. He and I don’t travel in the same circles, and I had never seen any of his film work or heard any of his music.