Yarbrough: Some random thoughts on random subjects

Well, that’s over and done with. Donald John Trump, the 45th president of the United States, has been officially sworn in as our 47th president, joining Grover Cleveland, who was president No. 22 and No. 24 as in, then out, then back in office.

Yarbrough: Some facts of life for a new great-grandson

Dear Samuel Knox Wansley:Who are you, and who am I? The answer is that you are the family's youngest member, still awaiting your first birthday, and I am your great-grandfather who doesn’t have that many birthdays left ahead. So, we should have this conversation while I can still write it down.

Yarbrough: Swapping one problem for another at Okefenokee?

While some things may change, others seem not to. I am talking about the efforts to drag-mine our Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge for titanium dioxide so mankind never runs short of toothpaste whitener.

Yarbrough: No clowning around with Skeeter Skates

My objective has always been to provide you with information that is not readily available to the general public so that you can shine at your next church social or cocktail party by sharing a factoid that will make the group look at you in wonderment and awe.

Yarbrough: Junior E. Lee on current events

You deserve the best, and the best I can offer you today is Junior E. Lee. As longtime readers know, and those who are recent to this column will soon learn, Junior is one of a kind.

Yarbrough: Pogo and friends discuss Okefenokee drag-mining proposal

RAP! RAP! RAP!“This meeting of the Okefenokee Creatures Association will come to order. I am your chairperson, Pogo the Possum. Please stand, crawl, hop, or slither as you are able and recite the OCA pledge: ‘I pledge allegiance to the Okefenokee Swamp and the peat upon which it stands.

Yarbrough: I wish I had been in Bethlehem

These words are dedicated to the memory of my friend, the late Otis Brumby Jr., publisher of The Marietta Daily Journal. He encouraged me to run this column each Christmas season. It is also dedicated to those who believe. I wish I had been there in Bethlehem.

Yarbrough: Word of the year leads to ‘brain rot’

May I have a word with you, please? Actually, two words. Brain rot. You just never know what kind of surprise awaits you when you check out this space, do you? I have a feeling brain rot wasn’t on your radar.

Yarbrough: A gross deviation from common sense

It seems as though my mother was a criminal, and I am just now finding out. All this time, I thought she was a conscientious parent who was active in the PTA, fixed my school lunch, washed and ironed my clothes, and ensured I went to church. Little did I know.

Yarbrough: A reminder of remarkable accomplishment

My bucket list is not only complete but also runneth over. My portrait of the Beloved Woman Who Shared My Name now hangs in the Wellstar School of Nursing at Kennesaw State University, where she received her degree at 45. That’s correct.