I went to my first Georgia football game Between the Hedges when I was 5 years old. It was the Georgia-Tulane game in 1969, which stunningly means I’ve been going to Georgia football games for 50 years.
Back in the post-Depression days, America seemed to have larger-than-life criminals — John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson, Al Capone — who, through portrayals of them on TV and in movies, have become almost legendary figures.
Someone told me recently that Clark Kent is leaving his job as a reporter for The Daily Planet. I don’t really keep up with the comic book storylines, but this surprised me. After all, he's been a journalist at Metropolis' daily paper for decades.
Every now and then, when a certain fad becomes popular, I find my wondering if I’m as cool and hip as I like to pretend to be. It’s happening again as I see more and more people who feel the overwhelming need to back their vehicles into a parking space.
I vividly remember that Sunday night, 50 years ago Saturday. It was well past a young boy’s bedtime. But my parents, realizing the significance of what was about to happen 250,000 miles from our living room, woke me up.