Silently, Tink closed his laptop. He had been showing me a couple of videos.

Dear Samuel Knox Wansley, Welcome! You are my seventh great-grandchild and the fourth male in my growing family tree. However, I suspect that is of little importance to you at this point.

As of this writing, the opportunity has passed to express your opinion to Georgia’s Environmental Protection Division about its decision to issue draft permits for Alabamabased Twin Pines Minerals to strip-mine the 582 acres of wetlands it owns adjacent to the Okefenokee Swamp.

This story comes on good authority which assures us that this good story is true. One day, Tink and I were visiting his father, former television Executive Grant Tinker, when the conversation turned to Merv Adelson, a legend of iconic 1970s television shows.

Let’s face it. We’re a blessed people. Not only do we have the oldest state-chartered university in the nation with two recent National Football Championships, 27 Rhodes Scholars (but who’s counting?), and the greatest state song in the history of the world – Georgia on my Mind, as sung by Ray Charles Robinson – but we are also home to the sweet Vidalia onion. Our cup runneth over.

Count me in as one who still enjoys holding a good, local newspaper and absorbing almost every word. From the front page to the obituaries to the sports to the legals.

Sometimes, I have decided, rudeness works. Sometimes, it’s even called for. I had to do a lot of thinking on this because I advocate kindness and courtesy.

My boss and mentor at Southern Bell, Jasper Dorsey, taught me a lot about the business world. He also taught me a lot about the world beyond business.

A lot is going on at my alma mater, the University of Georgia. Not all the news has been good.

In the modest country home where I grew up, prejudices were not allowed. Though there was a serious bias against what Daddy called “no accounts,” men who laid up drunk and didn’t feed their families.