One of the best parts of working in an office is the free food that mysteriously appears on a regular and ongoing basis in the break room.

Every week, I get together with my brother and some friends to play trivia. We’re pretty good, if I do say so myself, because each member has an area of expertise.

A few years ago, while I was standing in ankle-deep snow trying to clean off my car so I could drive it up an ice-covered Thompson Bridge Road to get to work, I made a vow.

Thomas Jefferson stopped by the office the other day for a chat on his way to spend a week at the beach.

The National Spelling Bee was last week, and in honor of the annual event, Google released a map showing the most misspelled word in each state.

Forgive me if I develop a nervous twitch every time the TV weather folks mention Tropical Storm Alberto. I wasn’t real fond of the first Alberto, which blew out of the Gulf of Mexico, then stalled over north-central Georgia, in July 1994. He left me – and most of the city of Macon – without running water for 19 days.

I used to love politics. Covered state and local government for 30 years. Covered a couple of national political conventions. Interviewed every governor of Georgia since George Busbee.

My niece Hunter did something last week that I would never have expected her to do. She jumped out of an airplane. Of course, she was wearing a parachute at the time, but that doesn’t make what she did any less surprising.