Not that I am counting the days or anything, but I walked away from one of my oldest relationships 142 days ago. While my friends can't stop slapping me on the back for the break-up -- they said they knew all along ours was a toxic relationship - I confess that I'm feeling a bit guilty about it and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it.
Over the weekend Donald Trump warned of "severe punishment" if an investigation concludes that a Saudi hit team murdered Washington Post columnist Jamal Khashoggi in the Saudi consulate in Istanbul.
At first glance, there is little to indicate that a sense of optimism may be taking hold in Columbus.
As America emerged from World War II, the public generally agreed that the ordinary people who had endured the sacrifice should share in the good times ahead. A golden age for the American worker commenced as business, labor and government stood together on the stage.
Nearly three dozen administration officials have left or been forced out of key posts since President Donald Trump was sworn in last year. Few, if any, will be missed as much as Nikki Haley, who announced her resignation as United Nations ambassador on Tuesday.
I've had some tragic news making each day stretch out like a month. I ordered a winter dress and it has not arrived. It's 79 degrees and I cannot wear the dress, but surely, I could have shorn a sheep by now. At the same time, my hair appointment is due; surely, I was just there. Basically, I am just irritable because I have lost my too-young friends to eternity.
Saturday, a week ago, on the way home from a graveside service at Friendship, I drove through Trash Alley where a garage sale and fish fry were in progress. Thinking some levity might be a nice follow-up to what had been a solemn event, I rolled the window down and asked what was cooking. Fish and chicken.
What if the end of the world came and nobody noticed? It's not quite an idle question.
This past four days have been both fun and fascinating. Last Wednesday, the project to locate lost Civil War graves of Union soldiers in Columbus' Friendship Cemetery cranked up.
Imagine for a moment that a company announced that it was opening in Lowndes County and would produce $250 million dollars in economic impact each year. We would hardly be able to contain our excitement, right?
He had an appointment at the Saudi consulate in Istanbul to collect some documents he needed to marry his Turkish fiancee -- a certificate showing that he was divorced from his first wife. He entered the consulate on Oct. 2 at 1:14 p.m., asking his fiancee to wait outside for him. She did. Until 2 a.m. He never emerged.
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