Bobby Jones was a simple man and one of my heroes. He was born on October 18, 1942, and died on November 26, 2013. But these two dates, while significant to family and close friends, are not what is important. What is are the 71 years between the two dates and how Bobby lived his...
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Let me tell you a few of the many things I’m thankful for, and it is just a few of many. I’m thankful for turkey sandwiches on white bread with real mayonnaise, a few Frito-Lay Classic Chips and some sweet ice tea. Perhaps a scoop or two of Blue Bell Ice Cream for ” a...
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Confession is supposedly good. So I will. I got my idea for this from the title to an article in Janice’s November 2013 edition of Southern Living in their online version called Why We’re Thankful To Be Southern. I haven’t read their version, but here’s mine. Ten reasons I’m glad to be Southern: We real...
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On Saturday afternoon, August 4, I as going through a box of old photographs, law school papers, letters, etc. when I saw it. It was a Wednesday, September 8, 1982 article that Lewis Grizzard wrote about the Monday night (the first time the new $800,000.00 lights went on for a football game in Sanford Stadium)...
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The Confederate Gold. With maturity, I have concluded that in all probability there was no Confederate gold. What little gold Jeff Davis and staff had left, by the time they started their southwest flight from Richmond and down through Georgia (where he was captured), had probably long since been converted to gun powder, bandages, coffee,...
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It’s early Sunday morning, July 14, and I’m sitting here thinking about the last two days. What did it all mean? Was it all real? Was it as significant and profound as I think it was? I pick it up again. I read it, again, as I’m sure I will do, again and again, for...
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We, Janice and I along with Philip and Mary Hart Wilheit, were at Dink and Pam NeSmith’s place on the Pacific in Costa Rica when I spied it in the bookshelf. It was Lewis Grizzard’s book, If I Ever Get Back to Georgia, I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground. I’d read it before,...
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Larry Walker is a native of the gnat line, (a distinctive area of Georgia), having lived in Perry, Georgia all of his life. As they say in the country, Larry Walker is “an old coon in the barn.” He started practicing law in 1965 and hasn’t slowed up since. He was even a judge, Perry...
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