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Points Between

A few weeks ago, Thomson Police Chief John Hathaway pledged his support (and his officers) to making downtown safer.

He's promising to better enforce:

• the 25 mph speed limit

• the rules of crosswalks.

Now, one of those is of particular importance to me. As someone who walks around downtown regularly (OK, usually at lunchtime, just across Main Street to Cornerstone), I see people who either don't know the rules of crosswalks, or they completely ignore them.

If we ever want to see downtown Thomson prosper, one thing that will have to help fuel the development engine is foot power. And that means crosswalks that are truly crosswalks - not just a couple of strips of painted bricks.

The first weekend of October was a rarity for me. I actually had a Fall weekend off. Our local teams were on the road and I had no college games on the agenda.

That meant Miriam and I could take off for Atlanta. We took a few hours to tour the Georgia Aquarium - including the great Titanic exhibit. As part of the exhibit, each participant is given a name of someone who boarded the big boat back in 1912. At the end of the exhibit, you would find your name among either the deceased or the survivors.

I was Mr. Hudson Joshua Creighton Allison - a 30-year-old first class passenger from Canada traveling with his family and home staff, while Miriam was Mrs. Selini (or Celiney) Alexander Yazbeck - a 15-year-old third class passenger from Lebanon traveling with her husband. She made it, I didn't - women and children first, you know.

While the Titanic exhibit was very cool, and the aquarium was neat, neither was our favorite of the trip. That designation went to an Atlanta institution - The Varsity, which sat right across the street from our hotel. We saw it from our balcony the first night. Three days, six chili dogs, two cheeseburgers, three large fries, a milkshake and three grilled pimento cheese sandwiches later, we'd become almost regulars. Especially at the ice cream counter, where Miriam discovered Mayfield's Birthday Cake ice cream the first night.

I can't wait for the second week of November to get here. I guess it is a sign of the times that some of the campaign rhetoric that usually fills our airwaves now fills our e-mail inboxes. For example, I get running commentary from various candidates whenever there's a debate, and there are daily notifications of every candidate's move.

So far, one of my favorite e-mails came out of Rep. Paul Broun's office. It was the afternoon of the first bail-out bill failure, and Rep. Broun's statement was mixed in with dozens of others. While others took the opportunity to blame the Democrats or the Republicans for the failure - or put the target on Washington altogether - Rep. Broun came through with the line of the day: "This bill is a big cow-patty with a marshmallow stuck in the middle, and I'm not going to eat cow-patty."

Web posted on Thursday, October 16, 2008

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