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A glimpse beneath a reporter's surface - Clay Wilson
Ah, the joys of the bachelor life. Staying out 'til all hours, checking out the ladies – blow-drying underwear.
Where the heck are you, Romeo? - R.H. Joseph
Long desirous of impaling the cretin who employed the magnificent conclusion of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony to induce a Pavlovian response in cell phone drones, my reaction to the dumbing down of the glorious language of Shakespeare in high school texts had me searching for an Elizabethan pike upon which to hoist the black hearts of the philistines responsible.
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March 15, 2004
Committee to discuss school board public relations
By Greg Gelpi
New maps could be bad for Democrats
By Billy Corriher
The hard quarter mile - Ed Brock
This is the second of three columns about my recent canoe trip down the Sipsey River in Alabama. In the first, we began the journey and encountered a series of mishaps.
Riverdale still quiet on officer's demotion
By Billy Corriher
Trio robs airport parking company
By Ed Brock
Testing, truancy require team effort
By Greg Gelpi
How do they get Post-It notes in Time - Bob Paslay
So don't you wish you were a journalist so if you had a question you could just pick up the phone and get an answer. I got my Time magazine this week and on two pages were ads with yellow post-it notes slapped over them. Real post-it notes, not something printed on the page. Hmm. How do they do that I began wondering and wondering and wondering. After driving fellow workers crazy in the newsroom I was encouraged to call and find out.
Kite set to begin 2004 schedule
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Life, liberty and pursuit of fries - Greg Gelpi
Mmm? What's better than French fries? Super-sized French fries.
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Legendary coach pondering future
By Anthony Rhoads
Game of hockey is pure action
Most sporting events tend to bore me unless I'm on assignment with my camera. I find it's more of a challenge just sitting through a game as a spectator, waiting for the right time to crawl over people in my aisle just to get to the bathroom. That was until last Friday night at Phillips Arena when I went with a group of friends to a Thrashers hockey game. When the lights went down and some bird head fixture hanging from the roof opened its mouth and transformed into a flame thrower, I knew I had arrived.