Yarbrough: Could this columnist be replaced by ‘Artie Fishel’ intelligence?

“Hey! Who are you and what are you doing in my office?” Beep! “Hello, human person. My name is Artie Fishel. I own Artie Fishel Intelligence and I am very smart. I am fluent in more than 7,000 languages, which is 6,999-and-a-half more than you know.

Yarbrough: Some random thoughts on random subjects

Happy Belated Birthday, America! I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy, even though I wasn’t born on the 4th of July. As for Donald Trump’s “Make America Great Again,” I would remind everyone that America was great long before Trump showed up – and remains great today.

Crane: Biden his time?

I first met then-U.S. Senator Joe Biden of Delaware in 1988, after his first of two unsuccessful campaigns to become president of the United States (1988, 2008).

Yarbrough: Happy to debunk ‘Happiest States’ report

Somebody named Abigail who works for something called Scholaroo just sent out a report entitled “The Happiest States in the U.S.” Alas, Georgia – where you and I reside – apparently is not such a happy place to live.

Smith: New life for hometown newspapers

Lately, I’ve been hanging out with a few newspaper publishers who remain convinced print journalism is not dead. They are not doomsayers. They are intrepid entrepreneurs.

Crane: B.E.T.ting on Tyler Perry

The domestic motion picture and television production industries are temporarily stalled by a Writer’s strike.

Crane: Bridge builder, fence mender

Spending as much time as I do in the political arena, all too often I hear friends or family members generalize, stereotype, and say something akin to: “You can’t trust any politician; they’re all out only for themselves.” Thankfully, and simply put, that just is not true.

On fathers past and present

I have been called a lot of things in my long life – not all of them complimentary – but one of the most satisfying has always been “Dad.” It is a sobriquet I earned with the considerable involvement of the beloved Woman Who Shared My Name.

In defense of a Southern accent, y’all

Well, swat my hind with a melon rind! I just found out why I’m so slow-witted and eat my peas with a butterknife. It’s my Southern accent, y’all.

Ode to Athens

There are many cases where generation after generation follow in the footsteps of their forebears, living in the same neighborhood and engaging in the same occupation – great-grandfather to grandfather to father to son.