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Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. Truer words were never spoken – or sung. I wish I had written those words but they come from playwright Maxwell Anderson for the Broadway production of Knickerbocker Holiday in 1938.  The play didn’t last long but the song, appropriately known as September Song, has … [Read more...] about September 1, 2024: Sing A Song To The Precious Days Of September

Uh! Oh!  I could tell by the sound of the phone who was on the other end.  Skeeter Skates, owner and operator of the Skeeter Skates Tree Stump Removal and Plow Repair in Ryo, Georgia.  When Skeeter calls, the phone doesn’t just ring.  It jumps.  Skeeter can do that to phones and to people.  I assume most people in the stump removal and plow repair business are like that. In … [Read more...] about August 25, 2024: Talking Presidential Politics With Skeeter Skates And The Ryo Morning Coffee Club

A point of personal privilege, please.  Last week, the Georgia Board of Regents officially approved the Jane J. Yarbrough Nursing Fellowship at the Wellstar School of Nursing at Kennesaw State University. Jane J. Yarbrough.  The beloved Woman Who Shared My Name. This is no small thing.  When fully operational, the fellowship along with a nursing scholarship in her name will … [Read more...] about August 18, 2024: In Tribute To A Special Nurse Who Is Going To Make A Difference

For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. And you know the rest.  That familiar proverb is my way of saying that for want of a word, a critical fact got botched.  A couple of weeks ago, I was confirming the results of a public survey stating that UGA grads were smart and attractive.  No surprise there.  I also listed some of the other reasons … [Read more...] about August 11, 2024: Some Random Thoughts On Some Random Subjects

RING! RING! RING! “Hello.  This is Dick Yarbrough, your modest and much-beloved columnist speaking.  How may I help you? “Dickie, it’s your old pal, Artie!” “Artie?  Artie who?” “Artie Fishel, of Artie Fishel Intelligence.  Surely, you remember me” “Ah, yes.  You are the robot thing that called me sometime back and told me that Artie Fishel Intelligence was ready … [Read more...] about August 4, 2028: Nothing Artificial About Southern Intelligence