Clayton News Daily | News for Monday, April 26, 2004

Donald Trump's got nothin' on us - April Avison

We were split into four teams and given a deadline of April 24. The community was depending on us. The task: find a few dozen meaningful projects in need of service n construction work, beautification, maintenance. Find at least 500 volunteers willing to execute the work. A limited budget is available, so materials such as paint and lumber will need to be donated. It must be the best Hands on Henry in its six-year history.

Obituaries

April 26, 2004

Facing a big dilemma in Baghdad - Billy Corriher

In 66 days, the Bush administration will roll the dice on what could be the biggest gamble yet in the president's war in Iraq. The administration is hoping to hand over power to an Iraqi governing coalition on June 30, even as fighting in the war-torn country shows no signs of stopping.

Tackling a garden for the first time - Kathy Jefcoats

Have I mentioned I am from St. Louis? Well, I am and my husband and his family are from Mississippi, unquestionably the South, as is Georgia. Missouri, as I learned in elementary school, was a divided state, loyal neither to the Union nor the Confederacy. That was quite the different story when I moved to Macon in the 1970s.

Chief magistrate judge won't run

By Ed Brock

All is fair in war, right? - Ed Brock

During a recent heated debate in the newsroom, one of my colleagues asked me if I considered President Bush to be a war criminal.

From concept to doorstep, paper requires lots of work - Tamara Boatwright

We all walked around here Tuesday like beat yard dogs. Our tails were firmly tucked between our legs, our heads hung low and our backs were hunched.

CCSU goes online with new degree

By Greg Gelpi

Choked by the chains of my life - Zach Porter

You should see me walking around with my camera bag and laptop case, like the ghost of Jacob Marley, these and other items weighing me down as I struggle with an already occupied hand to find a key to the door. Like poor Jacob and the chains of his life, I'm being overtaken by inanimate objects, what you might call "stuff." The stuff, whatever it may be, is meant to fill in the voids of my life, distraction for the time I would spend contemplating life's unanswerable questions.