It’s always fun to think about what I’d do if I were lucky enough to win one of those multimillion dollar lottery jackpots. I’d pay off bills. I’d buy a nice house on the lake and another not too far from Sanford Stadium. I’d travel. But lately, I’ve been thinking of something much more practical. I’d hire someone to do my laundry.

We celebrated the last week of winter in North Georgia with temperatures near 80 degrees, nearly 20 degrees above average. But as I write this, on the first day of spring, the temperature is in the mid 50s, actually a few degrees below average. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?

Remember when you used to go out to eat and there was always a question the hostess asked you before she took you to your table. “Smoking or no smoking?”

When I was a kid, I'd sometimes tag along with my mother as she ran her errands in the small town where I was raised. As we left every place, be it the Piggly Wiggly, the gas station, or the department store, the owner would say something like, "Thank you for shopping here. Please come again.”

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” This was what my doctor asked me that recent Friday afternoon, my second trip to see him for a nagging cough. I knew he wasn’t asking to be polite. I knew what was coming.

I re-read “To Kill a Mockingbird” this weekend. I felt I had to. Its author, Harper Lee, died Friday and reading her classic novel again seemed the best way to honor her. Lee was an intensely private person who shunned interviews. So what we know of her, we’ve learned from other who knew her. And from the words she put to paper.

George Washington stopped by the office last week for a chat. Yes, that George Washington. You know, the father of our country. Don’t laugh. Some people claim to talk to God. Others hold séances to conjure up the ghost of their late aunt Gertrude. I talk to the Founding Fathers.

We ran an article last week that was designed to help people understand a number of traffic laws that, if you spend any time driving on a highway, you know people have no clue about. It’s just the kind of public service journalism we need more of in this country, if for no other reason, perhaps it will make people get out of the fast lane when “fast” is actually is actually the last thing they want to do.