It was with considerable shock and joy that I logged in to find Yandel's Messiah in a tie for first place Saturday.
The pressure, such tremendous pressure to walk down an aisle, say a couple of words and live happily ever after.
They divide their forces. Both with arms-full of cereal, fruit, various beverages and toiletries. The one in cargo pants and thong sandals sidesteps to her right, craning her neck over a middle-aged man with a basket half-filled with goat cheese the other half with tofu.
I was driving on a two-lane road and had somehow steered myself into the winding doldrums of cycling land. My car slowed to 20 mph, and I had little recourse against the group of bikers ahead of me.
By Ed Brock
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By Ed Brock
Clayton County Links
By Justin Boron and Ed Brock
Tom is a 2-year-old, black and white domestic medium-hair. He has been neutered and all vaccinations are current. Tom was surrendered when his former owner became too ill to care for him. He is a quiet, well-behaved cat. He gets along well with other cats, but does seem to prefer to be alone. For more information call the Clayton County Humane Society at (770) 471-9436. Visit www.claytoncountyhumane.org to see other animals available for adoption.
May 5, 2005
By Greg Gelpi
Through the haze of my sleep-deprived mind, two topics have penetrated and insist on my answer.
You can't have an opinion these days without someone spitting in your face.
From staff reports
With all the negativity that's surrounded Forest Park High School, including the recent shooting death of popular freshman Krystal Williams, there is a silver lining in that school's dark cloud: the 2005 Forest Park baseball team.
Pardon me while I play Socrates. By that I mean, I am wondering something but I truly don't know the answer. So I will be questioning and out of that questioning may come some enlightenment. This is sincere. I know if any of you have ever been to a seminar in which the moderator is known as the "facilitator" you will look at me askance.
A few weeks ago, I was happily driving to work when I heard some very disturbing news on the radio.
By Ed Brock
It's been nearly an hour of this. My mouth is half open, very dry and laced with a tangy medicinal flavor. Glancing at my watch every 30 seconds doesn't seem to be making the time go any faster, but at this point it's the only form of entertainment I can focus on.