I don't ordinarily write a column in response to a colleague's column.
We usually reserve breaking news for the front page, but I felt it would be appropriate to announce some news in this space. The Henry County Chamber of Commerce recently completed an intense branding project, compiling surveys and information submitted by those who live here and those who travel here. The result is Henry County's new tagline: "Comfortably south of Atlanta."
The expulsion of a gay high school senior in Florida illustrates a few of the things wrong with school voucher programs.
Empty soda cans rattle against each other under the seat and half a bag of cheese-flavored popcorn spills onto the floorboard of the minivan. Wheat fields blur past the window a mile a minute and telephone poles tick the slow pace of time like a traveler's metronome. Magnetic checkers have lost their charm and the batteries are dead in the Gameboy. There are neck cramps and the sticky halitosis of a snack food diet makes small talk quite avoidable. The question is coming. Are we there yet?
Calvin Prichard stared vacuously at the body and wondered how he would explain this to the kids.
"There's a rock!" I saw it a split second before my friend, Naomi, hollered those words. In that instant I had to decide whether to smack into the rock or swerve, try to avoid it and chance slamming into oncoming traffic.
I loaned one of our newest reporters a copy of "Confederacy of Dunces" to read since he is from Louisiana. And as soon as he is through I plan to bring in one of my dog-eared copies of Robert Penn Warren's "All the King's Men."
Once again my fellow Americans are failing to consider the big picture, concerning themselves instead with a subject more easily encompassed conceptually: the behavior of one seriously squirrelly individual.
By Anthony Rhoads
By Greg Gelpi
From Staff and Wire Reports
I can trace my artistic inclinations all the way back to at least the third grade. When asked by the teacher to render a watercolor of a local landscape, I provided a view of Stone Mountain from the front lawn - but with the many bright orange trash cans I had seen on a recent visit intact. I remember being questioned about these additions, and I responded that the trash cans had really been there and thus were included. Whereas the teacher was confounded by their inclusion, I would have thought their exclusion somehow illogical. I'd like to think that even then I had some kind of notion to preserve this landscape the way I had seen it. Perhaps this notion is what led me to become a photojournalist.
By Ed Brock
By Ed Brock
By Greg Gelpi
October 29, 2003
Grabbing the handle to the side door, I gave it a little tug, but found that it was locked.
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By Everett Mechem