A friend fell one evening and couldn’t get up. She called her two friends for help, but they hesitated to try to lift her because they might hurt themselves. Instead, they called 911. That’s where the fun began.
(Three Marshall County young people died of fentanyl overdoses earlier this year. Former Secretary of State Beth Chapman, who now writes a state political column, wrote about that particular drug in her latest column.)
Fall is finally here and with it comes cooler and crisper temps (we hope), everything pumpkin spice, and, of course, football. Lots and lots of football.
Kayak fishing is kind of a big sport these days. It’s growing fast and there are even tournament fishing circuits for kayaks that continue to grow in popularity.
In this installment of “What We’re Watching,” I’ll be focusing on some of the documentaries that have stuck with me over the last several months. I feel like I have gained a new appreciation for the genre lately, although I have always liked anything true crime related.
Friday nights at Chorba-Lee Stadium are always filled with excitement. The competition on the field, the spirit on the sidelines, and the pageantry of the Crimson Guard makes for an enjoyable evening.
In my youth, most people around me didn’t have a swimming pool in their yard. In the hot and humid summer, the water came from a sprinkler clicking back and forth on the grass or from a garden hose connected to an outdoor spigot.
When I was first hired as the principal at Guntersville High School, I shared a quote that has quickly become a valuable slogan for me in terms of my job and my life. The quote was used as an email tagline from Mrs. Tamara Rowell, a teacher at Geraldine High School. It simply states, "To be …
I’ll take the names out of it so it’s not so personal. Last week the state executed a man who killed his ex-girlfriend in 1994 – 28 years ago. He was put to death by lethal injection which is supposedly the most humane procedure to put someone to death.
Some non-native plants introduced into our landscapes as ornamentals have escaped to become invasive weeds with negative impacts to our native plants and animals.
There’s no bigger truth than our mothers were great cooks. Mine was and so were both my grandmothers and surprisingly, my grandfather. He was the one who cooked the big special meals for company.
I’m writing this in the early morning. The birds are asleep, the crickets, too. The sun is about to rise, and it’s going to rise just for you. There is a faint glow behind the trees. I can see it. Just wait. It’s coming.
I’m a worrywart. I think I told you that before. With my handy iPhone, I research everything, especially physical symptoms. My doctor told me not to do that but it’s a compulsion.
I’ve written before about not being a lucky person, as in winning something. That affliction surfaced again this past weekend when I was in Long Island, New York, for a wedding shower for my grandson’s fiancée.
The text from my pal Michael Kirkpatrick showed a Wikipedia screenshot of a Grumman G-44 Widgeon with the simple message “Want to fly with me today in this cool airplane at 3ish?”
(Marshall County has three State Parks, more than anyone else in the state. Former Alabama Secretary of State Beth Chapman penned this column about the bond issue voters approved for parks earlier this spring.)
I never thought I’d get addicted to an iPhone. First of all I didn’t have one even when my entire family was armed with them. I even made fun of the phones that everyone was tapping on.
Summer is a great time for whole family to enjoy different indoor and outdoor activities. Whether is enjoying a family barbecue, camping or going to the local river, the pool or splash pads, learn to keep everyone safe and healthy while enjoying the summer fun.
The City Harbor is drawing rave reviews from lots of people who have enjoyed dining there. But there is another piece of the harbor property where the old Harbor House restaurant once sat that perhaps needs some thought.
I found a brown paper bag full of tomatoes on my doorstep, along with homemade tomato chutney. I don’t know where the stuff came from, but the tomatoes were homegrown.
I’m not good in putting a disassembled item together so that it stands upright and works. If it has many pieces and a lot of screws, I call for help. If I don’t, the item will sit there for weeks until someone comes to my rescue.
“Sean, hi. I just want to ask you if you have any advice on how to show my 14-year-old daughter that I am proud of her. She doesn’t have her father anymore, and she is actually pregnant. I don’t judge her. I know more than anything that she would like to know someone is proud of her, and eve…
Sandy was seated on the porch, wearing an apron, folding clothes from a giant basket. She was a certified laundry fairy for three unkempt children. It was an average Tuesday, 1945.
Some days I’m just not motivated to do anything. Am I lazy, depressed or what? It seems like I get in a meditative state thinking about stuff and the hours disappear.
My daughter and I couldn’t believe we had to wait for a table for 15 minutes when there were 6 empty tables on one side of the restaurant and 4 empty tables on the other side of restaurant. What?
In my family, there was no real difference between religion and fried chicken. The two items went hand in hand. When you attended church events, you ate fried chicken. Any other dish was borderline paganism.