The only meeting facility in the city of Fayetteville that is charming and historical, the Hollingsworth House, is now in foreclosure.

I am proud to tell everyone that I belong to two “gangs,” the Waffle House gang, and the Gold Wing motorcycle gang.

I read in a recent news item that Pennsylvania is celebrating 150 years of extracting crude oil from the Allegheny foothills.

I have been telling friends and anyone sitting still that when your oldest child becomes old enough to join AARP, then you are really old.

Regarding the article by Steve Brown, The Citizen, May 13, I must take issue with his premise.

Brown, a parvenu if there ever was one, has evidently decided that living in a community means being divisive and questioning well-established historical facts. As a native of the area, one would think Brown would not want to do this.

All the discussion lately about swine flu and quarantine reminded me of a time in my past, one that took place before the war, as they say. I was living in the Kenmore community of Akron, Ohio.

As part of the University of Georgia’s Year 2000 millennial celebration, the University Libraries established the Georgia Writers Hall of Fame. It was established as a public awards program and a permanent online exhibit honoring Georgia’s most influential writers.

Sheriff Randall Johnson retires from his 32-year service as Fayette County Sheriff with a flourish.

The dictionary uses the word “flourish” figuratively as to be in the best time of life or activity.

A charity that helps feed down and out Fayette Countians is itself down and out — of food and charitable family items — and needs your help.

My good friends, Mary Jean "M.T." and Glen Allen met the year I moved to Georgia, 1959. They were employed at the Atlanta airport, Glen as an air traffic controller and M.T. as a teletype operator for Delta Air Lines.

All the discussion lately about tuberculosis and quarantine reminded me of a time in my past, one that took place before the war, as they say.