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When I worked at my late uncle’s junkyard during junior high school, one of the regular customers (a crusty coot who resembled a cantankerous Roy Rogers sidekick wannabe) assured us that he luxuriated in a steaming bathtub each and every night.

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We’ve got a thief in our midst. Every night he wrestles the lid off the metal garbage can and hangs head first, eating his fill, until we turn the carport light on and he saunters off, unapologetic.

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A year ago, I said yes to writing this weekly column.

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Dear Abby: I love my wife very much, but we are, unfortunately, having a communication/interpretation issue. She is inquisitive and asks a lot of questions. I become defensive when I’m questioned. Sometimes I feel it shows a lack of confidence or trust in me. My wife says I am being too sensitive.

It was many years ago that I stopped by the post office to gather mail. Among the bills was a small ivory envelope. My name, though misspelled, was presented in printed hand. The postmark was from a midwestern state.

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I feel like we all have a bucket list, right? For most of us that bucket list involves travel of some sort — at least it does for me.

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A year before That Day, I was standing on the observation deck of the World Trade Center’s south tower, and it seemed all of Manhattan was at my feet.

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Lately, when my friends and I visit, our conversations move quickly from hot-weather talk to what medications we are taking and symptoms we are having. Now that we have found ourselves well past the mid-century mark, it has become pretty clear that health-wise, it’s downhill from here.

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Two weeks ago in this space, I asked readers to help find some new faces to lead the presidential tickets in the 2024 election. “We need a fresh start,” I wrote. I expressed concern that a couple of elderly guys, Joe Biden and Donald Trump, are the current front-runners for 2024. I suggested…

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Dear Abby: I’m a 16-year-old girl, and I’ve been struggling a little bit. My family is super-Christian. They believe that members of the LGBTQ community are sinful because of who they are. I do not agree.

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The events of September 11, 2001 are so fresh in my mind. It’s hard to believe that today’s high school seniors were not even born when terrorists took so many lives, and changed our world forever.

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Dear Abby: What financial responsibility do parents have to their adult children and grandchildren? We are a blended family of 35 years. It is the second marriage for my wife and me, with four children and eight grandchildren. One child insists it is our responsibility to assist with the cos…

Sometimes in the twilight of a fading day, I sit for a spell on the back porch. Occasionally, I read but often times I just watch and listen.

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One year ago this week, I wrote a column called “Four Years Notice.” It was an open letter to Democratic and Republican party leaders, encouraging them to find fresh candidates for the 2024 presidential election.

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These are dog days of summer, but what does that even mean? Some say it signifies hot sultry days not fit for a dog. Others suggest it’s the weather in which dogs go mad.

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I have met so many groups of people in the short time I have been in Carrollton, and you have all been so gracious to me.

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For all the things I don’t like about the month of August — the heat, the humidity, the sweat, the bugs, as I have lamented here before — there are a couple of things I do like about the eighth calendar division of the year.

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Dear Abby: I am a mother of four (soon to be five) young children. It is exhausting. My husband helps as much as he can, but sometimes we both need a break. My parents offer to watch the kids. The problem is, my parents and I have opposite political and world views. Sometimes they’ll say thi…

Almost everyone thinks they’re a storyteller and that there’s little to retelling something seen or heard.

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Although some voters had high hopes for August 13, the day came and went uneventfully. The Department of Homeland Security had provided reports regarding online activity calling for violence in response to claims of fraud related to the 2020 election and alleged ‘reinstatement’ of former pre…

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Georgia has now eclipsed 1 million confirmed cases of COVID-19. Our hospitals are overrun, healthcare staff are demoralized and overworked, and the angst among the general public is higher than ever. People of all walks of life are looking for reprieve — I’m hoping the collective can work to…

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When I was around 10-years old, my family was living in a rented house adjacent to pastures, which had, as most such places do, a nice little pond that we could sit by, contemplate life and how we didn’t want to do our chores. That house represented the last y

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“Walking the dog” has always been my best excuse to put aside the business of the day and head for the woods. Cookie and Pixie like nothing better than when they hear me say, “let’s go for a walk!” They scramble off the couch and out the door, escaping down the old log road.

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The sign was at the restaurant entrance, plain for all to see: “Please be patient with our team. We are understaffed, and we are trying very hard.”

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Dear Abby: I’m a 39-year-old woman in a toxic relationship with my boyfriend of almost seven years. We had a child together but lost custody due to drug use during my pregnancy. Even though we don’t have our son, and he treats me badly, I feel I have to stay with him because we have gone thr…

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Summer — A Southern Interstate — 3 p.m.

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It landed in the wrong place at the right time.

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Miss Mary was a vanishing breed of woman who was gifted with an iron fist, clad in a velvet glove. She was a hairdresser, of the classic variety, who created coiffure magic in her basement shop. At her funeral I heard stories about how, in many ways, her shop was the heart of the small Alaba…

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The creative folks at Dick’s Sporting Goods deserve an award for their ad that ran during the Olympics. The spot featured the iconic song, “There She Is, Miss America”, accompanied by a montage of female athletes warming up on the field, in the gym, at the pool and on the court.

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One of the things I have been doing these last two weeks in Carrollton is meeting people. Everywhere I go is, of course, an opportunity to see a new face.

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After shedding its status as one of the state’s district agricultural and mechanical schools at the conclusion of the 1932-33 term, new signage went up on the Maple Street campus that would now be the home of West Georgia College, a state supported two-year junior college.

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It happened in a doctor’s office. It was during one of those awkward moments, when a medical assistant and I were awaiting the arrival of a doctor. We were running out of small talk about the weather, COVID, and lunch plans.

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I didn’t know the exact date for the “dog days” of summer to set in, but my body has been telling me that they are definitely here. I know it’s an essential part of God’s creation and order, but I just don’t fare well in hot and humid weather.

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Dear Abby: My daughter passed away last year, and we received custody of our grandson, who was 15 months old at the time. He is now nearly 2 1/2 years old. My daughter wanted him to call me Mamaw because that’s what she called my mother, so I’ve always referred to myself that way, but recent…

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My husband and I are both storytellers. This is how we make a living and we consider ourselves blessed that people buy our words.

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Dear Abby: I have two good friends who dated all through college until “Isaac” broke up with “Jen” in a very stressful and dramatic way. We were all living together in a house, and he broke up with her to date a girl he liked from his newspaper club. We used to host parties for the club, and…

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There are two kinds of people in this world. That joke paraphrases humorist Robert Benchley from his essay published in Vanity Fair magazine in 1920.

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He responded in lightning speed.