John Ryan settled on a character that was neither human nor animal. It resembled a blue tear, with hands sprouting three fingers and a thumb, lightning eyebrows, and a big, sheepish grin.
Georgia pecan farmers have thrived for a century. After Hurricane Michael, they’re unsure if they’ll survive another generation.
After Hurricane Matthew in 2016, Hurricane Irma in 2017, and Hurricane Michael in 2018, Georgia's pecan farming industry is suffering. Georgia lost a sixth of its total pecan trees from Hurricane Michael and generations of farmers lost their crops—giving them a long road to recovery. Combined with increasing tariffs, many farmers are uncertain about their future.
Every third Saturday of May during the 1970s, Atlanta hosted a raft race on the Chattahoochee River. Sounds simple, and it sort of was, until the race took on dimensions that even its founder, Larry Patrick, never imagined.
We live in a world obsessed with its end. The past decade has given us a litany of Revelation-scale misery, or at least the threat of it: 9/11, Katrina, nuclear weapons in the hands of madmen (hello, Kim Jong-un), monster tornadoes, blazing meteors, relentless plagues, hellacious storms.
In Robert Joseph Cox’s Hall of Fame–worthy managerial career, spent almost entirely with the Braves, the sixty-nine-year-old earned 2,504 wins (fourth all-time), fifteen division titles (a record fourteen in a row), one World Series ring, and 158 ejections, the most in Major League Baseball history. “I’m not proud of that last record,” grumbles Cox. “There is no record. It’s a simple matter of longevity.” In retirement since the 2010 season, his immediate plans are “to relax.”
Each summer, faithful flock to Covington, Georgia for one of the country’s oldest Christian revivals
Salem Camp Ground in Covington, site of one of the country’s oldest Christian revivals, started out as a brush arbor—a few poles draped with tree branches to give worshipers shade from the summer sun. That was in 1835. The Civil War was still a generation away. Covington was a new town with a fledgling square a few miles down the road from Salem.
HB1 is perhaps most notable for what it doesn’t do: permit the cultivation of cannabis in Georgia. This creates a dilemma for the very people it was designed to help: You can now possess cannabis oil for your medical condition, but because you’ll have to purchase it out-of-state, you’ll be breaking federal law by crossing state lines to bring it home.