Yarbrough: Random thoughts on random subjects

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost.And you know the rest.That familiar proverb is my way of saying that a critical fact got botched, for lack of a better word.

Rich: A childhood without books

Please forgive me if you’ve heard this story on the page or in person. I tend to tell it two or three times a year.Because I cannot get my head around such nonsense.People often approach me, wanting to write a book. Only twice in 20 years has anyone ever inquired about writing a newspaper column.

Yarbrough: Nothing artificial about Southern intelligence

Ring! Ring! Ring!“Hello. This is Dick Yarbrough, your modest and much-beloved columnist speaking. How may I help you?“Dickie, it’s your old pal, Artie!”“Artie? Artie who?” “Artie Fishel, of Artie Fishel Intelligence. Surely, you remember me.”“Ah, yes.

Crane: Coming to terms with term limits

Among the highest prizes in presidential electoral politics is having your term or terms of office coincide with the opportunity to make U.S. Supreme Court Justice appointments.As our U.S.

Rich: With their shoes on

Make no doubt about it: I was raised in a household of two of the most righteous people who ever lived.Both were mountain people who never gave a moment’s thought to looking back at the mountain poverty they had escaped. Both came down, out of the hills, and built a better life for themselves.

Farley: A tale of two Putnam schools

As big yellow school buses begin their daily rounds through our neighborhoods each August, I am reminded of my own school days in Putnam County, which resumed each September back then. I’m also of the generation who experienced attending a primitive school and later a relatively modern school.

Yarbrough: When being a UGA grad is a beautiful thing

Now, I’m going to blush. Not only am I brighter than brilliant, but I am also a chick magnet. My cup runneth over. With what little modesty I can muster, I must admit I didn’t set out to be this wonderful. I just picked the right university to attend.A firm called DatingAdvice.

Rich: With their shoes on

It was the summer of my 12th year of life. I remember that clearly because I was in that awkward stage of having too many freckles, too many pounds, and long, wavy hair.All my life, I had heard talk of the first mountain church that had called Daddy as their Pastor: Mill Creek Baptist.

Yarbrough: Correcting the record on the Vietnam generation

For those of you who know what goes into this space each week, you know that I write what I mean and mean what I write. But today, I am going to revisit something I said a few weeks ago because I didn’t say it well.

Letter to the Editor: Continuing questions about Jimmy Davis Park

The Jimmy Davis Park (JDP) Advisory Committee has a long-standing history in our community. The land, awarded in 1968 to the city of Eatonton by the U.S. Department of Natural Resources, holds significant value to our Black residents.