By Kathy Jefcoats
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.
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.
During the latter part of the college football and college basketball seasons, games that are played then are part of what is called "championship week."
Well, folks, I am headed off to New York again but this time I am flying. For the first time. Not the first time flying to New York but the first time flying ever. I always think that makes me sound like such a hick but it's true. Someone asked me once, "You mean you've never been on vacation?" I said, "Of course, idiot, I just never went anywhere I couldn't drive to."
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.
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.
Postseason baseball is here, so I'm a fan again.
By Greg Gelpi
Every weekend, my dad makes his way to the basement and takes a seat at a desk tucked away in the corner. Flipping on switches and a light, he prepares to talk to strangers around the world.
By Justin Boron
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.
Political parties are like religions.
By Jeffery Armstrong
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Well, I'm leaving the country.
By Doug Gorman
By Justin Boron