News for Thursday, December 23, 2004

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Hey Maude, look I'm naked - Bob Paslay

I was prepared to blast Atlanta Mayor Shirley Franklin for the silliness to prove Atlanta is a big little city in the recent closing down of a vaudeville play in town. But then earlier this week she blinked and did the right thing, sending a letter telling city police to essentially leave the production alone.

Welcome (back) to Atlanta - Rob Felt

My apologies to the southside -- I'm moving back to Atlanta.

Living in the House of Usher - Justin Boron

The future of my auspicious apartment building is deteriorating with the drop in the temperature.

'Happy Holidays' is not 'Bah Humbug' - Ed Brock

In light of the Christmas spirit, I'll be as nice about this as possible.

Making it through the season in holiday traffic mode - Gerry Yandel

That's it. I'm done ...

Carjacking: The aftermath - Greg Gelpi

As a follow-up to my near-death experience chronicled in last week's column, I'm writing a letter to my car-jackers, providing them with an opportunity to succumb to the spirit of the holidays and do the right thing.

Area Christians focus on Christ, not commercialism

By Greg Gelpi

Pets of the Week

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Children flock to see Santa as big day approaches

By Laura McMillan

Man escapes bailiff, starts chase

By Ed Brock

Forest Park gives new coach first victory

By Doug Gorman

Fayette Co. earns sweep of Lovejoy

By Anthony Rhoads

'December HEAT' burning up traffic offenders

By Ed Brock

News Daily Helpful Community Links

Clayton County Links

Police charge man in missing girl case

By Ed Brock

Obituaries

December 23, 2004

Molding Memories

By Justin Boron

Shopping has merit, gambling none - Zach Porter

I like to buy stuff. CDs, DVDs, computer gadgets, camera gadgets, food, bric-a-brac. Shopping is fun, a way to pass the time, and define yourself materially by the clothes that you wear, the stylish products you own, that sporty little car you drive and the designer sweater wrapped around your neck. Perhaps a set of golf clubs shimmering in the back seat. Maybe it's your CD collection that reveals something about your personality type, the music stored on your iPod, a USB connection to your soul. Whatever the case, stuff is made to be bought and the stuff you bought may tell you something about yourself, who you are.