Letter to the Editor: What money can’t buy

Dear Editor,FIFA (Fédération Internationale de Football Association), football’s global governing body with 211 national member associations, has promoted this summer’s World Cup as the greatest and most inclusive tournament ever. This year’s event features a record 48 nations.

Letter to the Editor: Rocks should roll in Putnam County

Dear Editor,It’s clear to me that the minority of people who are opposed to the Putnam County Stone quarry don’t understand how quarries really work. But as a local truck driver who hauls stone and gravel from quarries across Georgia, I do.Concerns about truck traffic at all hours are just wrong.

Yarbrough: Trying to deal with Artie Fishel Intelligence

RING! RING! RING!“Hello. Dick Yarbrough speaking. How may I direct your call?”“Dick, it’s me. Artie.”“I’m sorry. Artie who?”“Artie Fishel, you harebrained humanoid. Of Artie Fishel's Intelligence. You surely remember me.

Stone: It’s Tuesday and Wimpy owes Popeye money

“They call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday’s worse, and Thursday’s all so sad. The eagle flies on Friday and Saturday, and I go out to play. Sunday I go to church, gonna kneel me down and pray.

Rich: Aunt Fairy

Every time we sing “Precious Memories” at church or at a funeral, I think of my daddy’s Aunt Fairy, who raised him.His daddy beat him. His mama left him. So without hesitation, Aunt Fairy and Uncle Oscar took him in and raised him on their farm in the shadows of the Appalachian Trail.

Letter to the Editor: How much is enough for city savings?

Dear Editor,Many cities ask: how much in savings is needed to cover risks and obligations in a community?

Letter to the Editor: Y’all come

Dear Editor,If you did not vote in the primary on May 19, you have another chance. In fact, only 37% of voters in Greene County showed up. As a result, nothing was resolved.

Yarbrough: Reminder of privilege and responsibility for these words

As if this job isn’t hard enough already—trying to get nouns and verbs to agree (and trust me, they can be very disagreeable)—I have learned that this column is now the subject of regular dissection by a group of discerning ladies in Dalton. Uh-oh.

Stone: While my guitar gently weeps

“And if I don’t get to heaven and I go down there below,Better be a guitar when I get there, or I will refuse to go.Once there was a time I was hungry, and I’d findOnce There Was a Time, by Alvin LeeOnce, I had six electric guitars.

Rich: What a treat

The early evening was perfect, without a hint of the humidity that haunts the South during the summer months.The three of us met in the hotel lobby, then drove to the restaurant. After parking a couple of blocks away, we meandered along the sidewalk, telling stories as we walked.“Look!