Author: Ginny

Morning Reads for Friday November 9, 2018

Sad times. Safety training for houses of worship. Are you locally famous for something you cook? Enter this contest! Make us proud! Why we can’t have nice things. This again? C’mon. You can do better than this. Be original. Find a new way to cheat. Operation Choke Point. It all boils down to manners. Or

Morning Reads for Friday, November 2, 2018

Be nice. Be nice, part deux. A history lesson. Outlander fans rejoice. Wondering if this study was conducted in a pub in Dublin. (Ireland, not Georgia). On earth as it is in heaven. “Florida Man Mayor.” Also speed bumps. But it looked so easy in the movies. Chainsaws on a train. (warning: audio begins immediately)

Morning Reads for Friday, October 26, 2018

Two Savannah locations picked Best in the World. Ft. Benning alums giving back to Columbus. It’s a statewide problem. And a metaphor. Ahhh, fall. Finally. Perfect day of fun. FREEEEE TAAAAAACOOOOOOOOS! Same song, different verse. The death of American manners. Pretty pictures. Now go away or I will taunt you second time. When a man

Morning Reads for Friday, October 19, 2018

Statewide gang-tracking gets a big grant. Damage estimates from Michael are staggering. Dahlonega Gold Rush Days are this weekend! Make it stop. Thought police. Shhh. Next thing you know, she’ll be talking to the toaster. Oh, wait… Caroll Spinney retiring. Star Wars art. But you have to travel to Switzerland to see it. Something wonderful.

Morning Reads for Friday, September 21, 2018

Fascinating interview. Inside the Waffle House Storm Command Center. First they came for UGA. Now they are after balloons. Self-awareness fail. Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water. Faster, please. I thought RUMOURS was a Fleetwood Mac album. The history of chowder (it will get cold sooner or later).

Morning Reads for Friday, September 7, 2018

Faster, please. Yes, it’s a real problem. Pretty colors. And interactive stuff. And The Bandit flies away in a blaze of smoke and gravel. I could use this guy’s mad skillz daily in meetings that could have been handled by emails. Poor Economy. So embarrassing. Eeeeeewwwww. Oh, that little window crack? No problemo, man. Yearning