I have a history with gas. I mean the kind you put into your car’s tank. In my youth, I was a gas pump jockey before I became a radio disc jockey or a TV news jockey.
The year was 1972 and Americans wanted out of the Vietnam War; the right because it was not being won and the left because of the increasing body count and lies from generals and politicians about “progress” toward defeating the communists.
Glimpses back to childhood always bring an odd remembrance of some kind. Sometimes when I go into our kitchen at night, I will think of the kitchen of my childhood home.
Well, I opened a can of worms. A few weeks ago, I listed a few of the common spelling mistakes that make us laugh (or groan). Since then, my mailbox runneth over with more. So before the “statue” of limitations runs out (where IS that statue, anyway?) let’s review a few from the Bad Spelling Hall of Fame.
As if we need more proof that the impeachment cacophony is Inside-the-Beltway blather between Republicans and Democrats, cheered on by wingnuts and navel-gazing pundits, consider how important that issue is to families whose loved ones may have been abused in some of Georgia’s senior care facilities.
I have a hard time dealing with new. That’s the primary reason I’ve kept the same wife and house for almost 40 years. The thought of trying something different just never has sat well with me.
The debate about political power and authority among those who profess the Christian faith has raged since the 1st century. In modern America, the debate raged throughout Jimmy Carter’s presidency and more recently through the presidencies of Bill Clinton and Barack Obama. The debate now looms large for Donald Trump.
Two months after her heroic husband was killed on United Flight 93, Lisa Beamer was asked to say a few words at a Women of Faith Conference in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. You remember that Lisa was the 32-year-old widow of Todd Beamer, who was one of those killed trying to overcome the terrorists on September 11, 2001.
Back when reruns were a staple of summer programming, television networks aired repeats of their programs, giving viewers another opportunity to see what they had already seen. Democratic politicians are now conducting their own version of reruns.
If you are up to your gullet with all the mudslinging in Washington, you have come to the right place. I am right there with you. I have spent enough time in and around D.C. to know the impeachment controversy involving Donald Trump is partisan political posturing by Democrats and Republicans.
I’ve watched about five thousand sporting events on TV. I’ve heard all the sportscasters, and most of them are from a handful of families: the Bucks, the Carays, and the Alberts. Mostly, I’ve heard cliches.
Now I know the real reason Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus shut down. Turns out it had nothing to do with mistreatment of elephants and the demands of the SPCA after all.
They are all gone now; the men (and one woman) who were major influences in my early journalism career. The last two died within weeks of each other. They were Jack Perkins and Sander Vanocur, both veterans of NBC News where I started as a copyboy.
When the Supreme Court, under a previous ideological majority, was handing down decisions favorable to the left, Democrats were fine with deferring to that third branch of government to achieve what they declined to produce in legislation. Some Democrats in conservative states took the position that it wasn’t their fault that cases voters regarded as constitutionally wrong and morally unprincipled were being decided. Blame the justices, not them.
I don’t understand how some people think, but I believe they have every right to think the way they do, which is what separates them from me. I respect their rights to a difference of opinion. I am not sure they respect mine.
“When would you like to schedule your knee replacement surgery?” asked my American doctor before I left for Ireland. I gave him a date that works for me (I’m calling it the result of an old basketball injury, not advancing age). His office scheduled it for that date.
It is obvious that Uncle Joe Biden is the front-runner on the Democrat side because he received most of the heavy fire from the other candidates.
Last year, I wrote about the incredible number of choices in your supermarket’s dairy case. What was once a simple choice between “sweet” milk and buttermilk has exploded into more flavors than Donny Osmond has teeth.
You might be interested to know that the Sterigenics plant in Cobb County is closed. But no high-fives, please. It is only for the week as new equipment is being installed.
President Trump was right to cancel a “secret” meeting with leaders of the Taliban and the Afghan government following two bomb attacks by the terrorist group that killed 10 civilians, an American soldier and a Romanian service member in heavily fortified Kabul.
It was a quick, foolhardy decision born of a country girl who wanted to see more of the world than pasture fences, cows and hayfields. I came to regret it during all the nights I cried, homesick for all of that as well as the bullfrogs, crickets and dirt roads.
The late bank robber Willie “The Actor” Sutton is said to have been asked by a reporter why he robbed banks, to which he supposedly replied, “Because that’s where the money is.” In his autobiography, Sutton denied the quote, but it serves as a warning to those who fear Democrats will come after their retirement savings because that’s where the money is.
Saturday the whole state of Georgia and the entire Georgia Bulldog Nation pays long overdue homage to the man who took a football program that had fallen on hard times and not only returned it to its Glory Days but exceeded those days.
I usually refrain from commenting on the topic de jour in the media. I’m not much of a “bandwagon” person. Let everyone else have their say and when the dust has settled, I will have mine. Otherwise, you risk being lost in the noise.
Too many times these days, we are following a news story being reported by the national media when one or the other of us will have a question such as, “How did this start in the first place?” or “Why did she do that?”
One doesn't have to be a cynic to be cynical about the Justice Department's decision not to hold former FBI Director James Comey accountable for what an Inspector General report called his violation of FBI policies and his setting a "dangerous example" in order to "achieve a personally desired outcome."
I have a long history with women. I mean, not like Larry King and his seven wives. His would be a far more interesting story, but I’ll leave that to the National Enquirer.
DEAR VINCE:The day has finally arrived. Next Saturday, the University of Georgia will officially name the field at Sanford Stadium as Dooley Field. It’s about time. In fact, it is long overdue.You now join fellow Hall of Fame coaches Bear Bryant, Shug Jordan, Frank Broyles, Johnny Vaught, Bobby Dodd, Gen. Robert Neyland, Eddie Robinson, Don Faurot and, yes, Steve Spurrier among others, who have had the stadium or the field on which they coached named for them.Of that group, only Robinson, who coached at Grambling for 56 years and won 408 games; Bear Bryant, who won 323 games at Maryland, Kentucky and Alabama — and six national championships — and Spurrier with 228 wins at Duke, Florida and South Carolina, have more wins than you. In 24 years at UGA, you compiled 201 victories. And you did it with style and grace.We have been friends for a long time. I am sure you remember the days when my boss at Southern Bell, Jasper Dorsey, would have me call you on Monday after Saturday’s game to give you some suggestions about next week’s game. If I had been you, I would have said that if Jasper Dorsey wants to talk to me, tell him to call me directly. But you didn’t do that. Thank you.My son, Ken, and his best friend, Rick, attended your football camp for several years. Rick later moved to California. During the First Gulf War, he flew refueling tankers, a dangerous assignment. I asked you if you would drop him a note, which you did. Rick kept that note taped on the cockpit of his C5A. As luck would have it, his co-pilot was a Georgia Tech grad. He had a lot of fun with that.After his military service, Rick became a captain at American Airlines. Later, he was diagnosed with an insidious form of cancer. I asked if you might autograph a UGA hat and send it to him in California to wear whenever his adopted Bulldogs were on television. Not only did you do that, you sent him a letter of encouragement along with the cap. At Rick’s funeral, the minister said that letter was one of his prized possessions. That is what friends do for friends.I am sorry I will be unable to attend the dedication at Sanford Stadium or the reception the night before, but I will be there in spirit. I first started advocating to have your accomplishments recognized at Sanford Stadium in 2003 and have kept up the drumbeat ever since with little success. So much for the power of the press. It took Gov. Brian Kemp to make it happen. And he did. (If the governor happens to be looking on, I have given you all the credit when responding to letters of congratulations from readers. Honesty is the best policy.)It is said that success has a thousand fathers and defeat is an orphan. You will have a lot of people glad-handing you Friday night who didn’t do squat to help. I know. I called a lot of them seeking their support, some very prominent. Some did not return my repeated phone calls or emails. Those who did wished me well and that was all. Reading between the lines, I believe they thought that as long as your nemesis, Don Leebern, was on the Board of Regents, it wasn’t going to happen, so why bother.There was one notable exception: Tommy Lawhorne, the outstanding linebacker in your early days at UGA, who today is Dr. Thomas W. Lawhorne, the prominent vascular surgeon from Columbus. No one worked harder to see this day come than Tommy Lawhorne. I understand now why he was such an outstanding football player. He is tenacious. He wrote op-ed pieces advocating this recognition and letters to the editor. He made visits to Leeburn to no avail. He called his colleagues trying to get them involved and over the years shared with me his frustrations at all the obstacles he encountered. But he never gave up. Others are now going to tell you how they worked behind the scenes to make it happen, but I am here to set the record straight. Tommy Lawhorne was out front when everybody else was standing on the sidelines.Enough about the past. Let’s talk about the future. From this time forward, the Georgia Bulldogs will play their games on Dooley Field at Sanford Stadium. Enjoy this honor, my friend. You have earned it.— DICK YARBROUGHYou can reach Dick Yarbrough at email@example.com; at P.O. Box 725373, Atlanta, Georgia 31139 or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/dickyarb
San Francisco, a city described in song for its natural beauty, is descending into an abyss of homelessness, the use of sidewalks as toilets and a place you might not want to visit, much less live.
Some retailers insist on good customer service, while others treat it as an afterthought. A few years ago, I entered a certain supermarket, we’ll call it Chain Store 1, and during my brief visit, a sudden rain shower began. The employees practically smothered me as I started to exit, offering the use of an umbrella or rain coat, and even offering to fetch my car.