Have you ever been trapped in an airport before? Stuck in some airport far away from your home, waiting for a flight that seems like it will never leave. A lot of people have, and I don't claim to be any expert on the matter even though it's happened to me on numerous occasions, but I think I've got some insight into it that not a lot of people have reached.
Political parties are like religions.
Postseason baseball is here, so I'm a fan again.
October 18, 2004
Imagine you're relaxing at a fine Egyptian resort in the Sinai, you're out by the pool nibbling on some fresh dates, waiting for a fresh cup of coffee to be delivered by a hotel attendant. It's a gorgeous day and you think you might make a day trip to see those amazing pyramids. You're about to bring another succulent date to your mouth when..... an explosion rocks through the hotel behind you sending debris helter-skelter, a deathly black plum of smoke fills the air. Are your family and friends gone? Are others lying lifeless around you? Are you covered in shattered glass? Do you weep while trying to help others to safety? Maybe so. But if you're John Kerry, apparently you dust the glass off your jacket and look around for your hairstylist while exclaiming, "What a nuisance!" Terrorism has never been a nuisance to those who have experienced it directly and it is certainly a bad idea to suggest that the value of certain lives lost in an act of terror, may it be in New York or Israel, are events to be categorized as a nuisance.
I believe in physical exercise just as much as anyone else but I don't think it is safe to jog, walk or ride a bike along Jonesboro Road during morning rush hour. It may not be safe at any time during the day but certainly it is not in the morning with commuters and school bus drivers fighting each other for every bit of available road space.
I was one of many who tuned in to watch the playoff games between the Braves and the Houston Astros over the past couple of weeks. I was torn, you see, because I grew up in Texas, a die-hard Astros fan but have lived in Atlanta long enough to establish an allegiance to the Braves.
Whenever I hear The Who on the radio, I expect a car commercial. Whenever I hear the Rolling Stones, a TV commercial. Make it stop!
I am driving up Boulevard in Atlanta on the way to work and am waiting at the light when a bicyclist, wearing his helmet and bike pants comes across the other way, manuveuring like a fine sailboat on a choppy asphalt sea. It was indeed poetry in motion to watch him command his vehicle, disappearing in the distance.
The crowd around Kate Eschelbach stood up; the noise level rose as the crowd started cheering for their favorite horses making their way around the final curve and into the homestretch.
By Kathy Jefcoats
By Jeffery Armstrong
By Justin Boron
Well, I'm leaving the country.
By Greg Gelpi
By Greg Gelpi
Clayton County Links
By Ira Kirkpatrick
Lazlo is a 3-month-old tabby domestic medium-hair. He has been neutered and vaccinations are current. When he was only a few weeks old, Lazlo became a victim of animal cruelty when he was tossed from a moving vehicle. Luckily, his injuries were minor and he recuperated quickly. He's a sweet kitten who craves human attention. For adoption information call the Clayton County Humane Society at (770) 471-9436.