Well, one thing you can be sure of is that I am in good company. It looks like I’m not the only one who got hosed by the Nobel Committee. It seems the president of the U.S. of A. was also passed over for the Nobel Peace Prize, even though he said he had stopped eight wars.
Don’t look now, but there is an elephant in the room. Well, it’s not exactly a room. It is our state government. And it’s not an elephant, either. It is our Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, which they want to pretend isn’t there and wish we would, too.
Dear Henry, Noah, and Samuel Knox Wansley: It looks like it’s your turn to receive some unsolicited advice from an old man who has been dispensing it since your daddy and his cousins were about your age. That has been a long time.
As we end one year to begin a new one, it means it’s time for the annual report required of all card-carrying members of the National Association of Modest-Yet-Much-Beloved Columnists.
These words are dedicated to the memory of my late friend, Otis Brumby, Jr., publisher of the Marietta Daily Journal. He encouraged me to run this column each Christmas season.
I got a lot of mail encouraging me to take the job as Duke of York, which I appreciated. I thought long and hard about it, but decided to take my name out of the running.