Michael Jackson. The name used to be synonymous with great music. Throw on an old Jackson Five record or the "Off the Wall" album and you'll know what I mean.
Ousted Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore and his acolytes are, fittingly enough, suffering from a martyr complex.
Only a few shopping weekends remain until Dec. 25, and it seems that good, affordable gifts are hard to come by.
There are some people I've met who as far as I can tell define their lives as: A. Stuff and B. Whatever it takes to get the stuff done. "Just get it done" n that's their motto. Tasks and the completion of those tasks presumably 'til your poor heart fails you. That's it. No commentary, no interpretation and certainly no room for fun. You live in a box, you drive in a box, you watch other "personalities" on a box, and you will ultimately rest in a box. Why not loosen up in the meantime and come out of your shell? Do you really want to view life as a series of items to check off a "to-do list"?
Alpharetta and East Cobb have zoned their lots as the model of Atlanta suburban living. Like the surveyors who crawl their surfaces, these communities carefully measure and plot the next project to piece together their Pleasantville puzzles. Virgin lands combine with business management commuters to feed a machine of exponentially calculated growth. To the top-dollar housing add a great school system, shopping galore and country club recreation.
By Greg Gelpi
NEWS DAILY - COMMUNITY LINKS
By Ed Brock
They say one should never judge a book by its cover. They should also say one should never judge an area of the country by what is shown on TV and in the movies.
By Anthony Rhoads
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By Doug Gorman
Last week's news, as always, was a hodgepodge of various items but I couldn't help drawing a connection between two announcements.
Circling the skies, the vulture observed its prey until the opportune time to swoop down.
By Billy Corriher
Forgive me for feeling a bit old these days as all the icons of my youth are starting to fall by the wayside.
For the last few weeks we have been asking for readers' memories of Nov. 22, 1963, the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Apparently there are those who take issue with my rebuke of the American people for the depressingly banal state of our culture.