What would life be without a cheeseburger?

I suggest you read this in a hurry because I am writing it in a hurry and hoping you and I can get to the finish at the same time before one of us kicks the bucket. It seems life is short and getting shorter.

Long live the king

Our family, particularly on my father’s side is of Scots/Irish/Welsh descent. I have long considered myself a bit of an Anglophile. Probably my two favorite fictional characters for decades have been James Bond and Sherlock Holmes.

Ronda kills me

(This is the first of a two-part He Said/She Said series.) “You kill me,” I’ll often say to Ronda. Whether it’s her wit, her insight, her fashion or decorating style, or the stories she tells, I am endlessly entertained. In the best way, of course.

Take the Rivian adventure ride

Except for my long-treasured Blackberry, I have never been an early adapter. Never “that guy” with the newest gadget, toy, or hot car. My one deviance was the first-year model of the Pontiac Fiero … and its engine caught on fire. Electric vehicles (EVs) have held little attraction for me.

Erk Russell belongs in the College Football Hall of Fame

Erk Russell should be in the College Football Hall of Fame. Period. End of story. But since I still have quite a bit of space to fill here, let me tell you why he should be and why he is not.

Life’s best friends

On the first day of P.E. class in seventh grade, I met Lisa, who was to become my best friend through the school years that followed. Seventh grade was a big deal.

Primary colors and the new orange

Frank Sinatra reportedly LOVED the color orange. At a certain point in his life he reportedly and almost constantly wore orange sweaters. I love the Chairman of the Board, and adore his contributions to the American Songbook.

The answer to school violence begins at home

The new three Rs of School Days: Rancor. Rants. Retaliation. And forget the hickory stick. We’re not singing that tune anymore. In Clayton County alone, the school system reports that fights are up some 200 percent over the same period last year, and we are only one month into the new school year.

Letters to the Editor

Dear editor: “Surprise!” they shouted as they piled out of the car, a group of my high school friends. It was my birthday in 1953. Right behind them came a pickup truck, with a teenage black neighbor and his two hounds. My birthday party was to be a possum hunt. Woot was the dog man.

On being first

I was 18 in May of ‘62. ‘Old enough to fight, old enough to vote’ was the catch phrase of the day. I had registered to vote in my hometown of Milledgeville. It would be my first time casting my ballot and I was determined to fulfill this moral and ethical obligation.