A Christmas miracle happened early this week – the Baseball Hall of Fame finally got one right.
Fred McGriff, known affectionately as the “Crime Dog” to his fans, was elected to the Hall by the Contemporary Era Committee, a group that included Braves legends Chipper Jones and Greg Maddux.
To the editor: After reading Friday’s article regarding the Recreation Director’s request to significantly expand her departments headcount, I had to laugh out loud. Clearly, the Recreation Director does not read The Northeast Georgian -or listen to local radio.
After 81 years, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s statement still rings true. The attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, absolutely has lived in infamy.
Christmastime is here, and it’s time to prepare for parties, feasts and presents.
It is not generally time for elections, but here we are anyway, watching commercial after commercial for Herschel Walker and Raphael Warnock. And how do you like the barrage of text messages invading your phone?
This story begins way before Christmas time. I don’t remember what month, or even what year it was when this happened.
I was visiting my grandparents (Mammaw and Pa) with my mom, dad, and sisters, Olivia and Millie.
A few days ago on my way home from church, I saw a young fellow walking along the side of the road with a guitar in one hand and frying pan in the other. “Where could this gentleman be traveling with an instrument for music and another for cooking,” I thought to myself.
To the editor: When we as Americans first consider voting, we embark on a compelling personal journey. We know this because, above all else, we understand that our vote matters, and how precious and fragile a thing that is.
To the editor: Having just returned from an amazing Thanksgiving visit to my daughter, her husband, grandkids and friends in Mobile, Ala., I am now pondering this upcoming incredible Christmas season.
As I gaze into the fire in my fireplace, I plan my next move with my usual great care.