This column is about a flag. No, not that one.
It is my week to spin you a yarn about life and how it applies to us. But this week, I’m going to give you something different.
That my friends is the beautiful, fresh smell of the glorious South. You can’t get that smell north of the Mason-Dixon because industrial buildings far outnumber hay fields up there.
I will never forget the trip to my first, and thus far only, Opening Day.
It was a beautiful spring day in early April and I watched my beloved Atlanta Braves defeat the Colorado Rockies 2-0 at Turner Field.
By now most of you have filled out your NCAA hoops bracket for your office pool or online billion-dollar competition. Mine was done minutes after the field was announced, because I can’t have anyone get a jump on me when it comes to which employee gets a free lunch.
Every two weeks or so, this little spot in the newspaper is carved out for yours truly. In this space I have about 15-18 column inches, or roughly 550 words for non-journalism folk, to write about things I find interesting.