The law of unintended consequences applies not just to those who write laws, but those who interpret them. A legal dispute in Savannah could harm thousands of Georgians, unless common sense prevails.
What a storm of memories an old tin pan can bring churning through a moment in time.
Another session of the General Assembly is upon us. This is an election year and there will be more posturing under the Gold Dome than a prima ballerina in a performance of “Swan Lake.”
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In my lifetime, I can’t recall ever asking a cat what time it was.
Recently, I was with a group of like-aged ne’er-do-wells when one of them called “shotgun” when our getaway vehicle was a mile away, nowhere in sight.
I usually refrain from commenting on the topic de jour in the media. I’m not much of a “bandwagon” person. Let everyone else have their say and when the dust has settled, I will have mine. Otherwise, you risk being lost in the noise.
I met Johnny Isakson a decade ago. Others have known him longer and can tell you about him in the detail required for the history books, in light of his announcement that he will leave the U.S. Senate at year’s end due to his health. I’m going to tell you what I’ve seen from him, and in him,…
It is that time of year again, when summer weather begins to fade and slightly cooler weather begins to take its place. Soon, the trees will begin to paint the landscape with beautiful scenes of color and hunters will begin preparations for the upcoming season.
There’s been a bit of drama surrounding the cancellation of a community service for Veterans Day this year, and while I agree the lack of a service is disappointing, especially as this year marked the centennial anniversary of the end of WWI, I’m not sure I agree blame should lie with the A…
This week makes 10 straight years that I’ve written a Thanksgiving column. These pieces started out being very personal: my annual attempts to convey my gratitude for my family and my friends, for lessons learned and for those who taught them.
Family, teachers, friends, co-workers and others have blessed me so richly
There it is. The most chilling five words in the business and bureaucratic world — Didn’t you read the memo?
Democrats across Georgia are once again talking up the idea of expanding Medicaid under Obamacare as the right medicine for low-income Georgians without insurance and for struggling rural hospitals.
A petite girlfriend has enough wallop to get her boyfriend’s attention
As they near the end of their last term, Georgia’s governors usually start running out of gas.
I attended the OneHundredMiles.org event on Jekyll Island Saturday night.
While traveling recently down one of the many highways criss-crossing our great state, I heard a noise from outside my vehicle that caught me off-guard.
Saturday was a hectic, but beautiful day. I had the pleasure of attending two birthday dinners after finishing some “Honey Dos” around the house.
Stadiums across the state typically host football from the middle of August through December. It’s a Friday night ritual for me to be in some city covering a game.
In my lifetime, I have been blessed to see literally thousands of inventions that have made our lives as human beings easier and more fulfilling.
Some interesting facts can be learned while watching forensic shows on television.
After years of living in a nice, three-bedroom home for our large family, Sandy and I are seriously thinking about joining the “Tiny House Movement.”
You’ve seen it before, or done it before, or done seen it before.
I’m not real big on just picking up a dictionary and studying words to increase my vocabulary.
There’s an old saying that goes: “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Independence Day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, political speeches and other ceremonies. The Fourth of July is indeed the national day of the United States.
As a sports history buff, it’s fun to research tidbits of information and, on occasion, drop them into a conversation that can often result in stares of disbelief while rattling off obscure sports facts.
Many, many, many years ago Cher released a song titled, “If I Could Turn Back Time.” The song was actually released on the 1989 album “Heart of Stone.”
“Winning isn’t everything; it’s the only thing” is a well-known quotation in sports.
For those voters who cast ballots, go home and wait to hear about the results, I applaud you. You miss the scenes after the polls close.
With graduation nearing for Sandy’s youngest son, Blake, empty nest syndrome has started pulling at her heart. To help the cause, we took in a “baby” last week.
Over the years some of the greats in professional sports close out their careers with ceremonial farewell tours.
Last week was spring break for most school systems around the state. My two grandchildren, now living in the metro Atlanta area, wanted to come spend the week with Sandy and me. It was going to be a week of quality time with them. Unfortunately, I only had one afternoon off.
I caught myself nanoseconds after I said it. What in the heck did I just say?
Over the past few years, I have given a lot of thought to retiring as your sheriff. I have expressed this to many of you privately.
I was in the doctor’s office recently, waiting to have a staple removed from my tongue, when I noticed an item in Cat Fancy magazine.
After arriving at the office Friday, I was informed by our office manager, Susan Waller, there was a woman coming into town and she was riding a bicycle.
Talk to any member of the General Assembly and most of them will tell you one of their biggest goals is to bring business to the state and create more jobs.
Occasionally, when the first choice for a speaking engagement develops vertigo, and the second choice suddenly goes mute, and the third one is hit by a bus, I am called to deliver a speech.
Anson Reed Chancey is the newest edition to our ever-growing grandchildren’s nest. Our next two will give us a bona-fide co-ed softball team of 10.
I have always believed I was of the dying breed that could get along fine without a cell phone.
While I am responsible for the headline, “Argyle socked by tornado,” I have yet to – type on keyboard – enter into the fraternity of headline writers who have unwittingly turned a headline into a sexual innuendo.
Watching TV in bed before I doze off, which is pretty much every night, I’ve become more attentive to some of the ads and sales pitches.
By the time you read this, it’s drawing close to Christmas. So, I’m going to give you my version of “Twelve Days of Christmas” condensed to “Ten Days of Christmas.”
Christmas has come early for some Georgia fans with the Sunday morning resignation/firing of head coach Mark Richt
Thanksgiving means family time. Around the Head household, the next two holidays are treasured because there’s not a lot of family time