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It is true, time changes everything.
By Nina Keenam Nothing exists there anymore. All the houses that hung precariously on the hilltops and lined the roads are gone. So are the company store, the Southern Railway Deport and the post office. No sign of them today. Just trees. And weeds, with a few wildflowers here and there. I couldn’t even decide on which hilltop an elementary school I attended for a year was located. All those…
Transparency and accountability in Congress
By Congressman Bradley Byrne Last year, the country was shocked to learn terrible stories of sexual harassment taking place in the halls of Congress. The stories themselves were horrific, but even worse was the fact that some Members of Congress used taxpayer money to pay settlements. Prior to coming to Congress, I worked for 30 years as a labor and employment attorney in Alabama, so I have a background in…
Protect sanctity of marriage from gov’t intrusion
By Senator Greg Albritton Like most Alabamians, I believe that God established the institution of marriage for the benefit of mankind. Indeed, His purpose was to begin the human family within His bonds of marriage, as a holy union. Then government stole marriage, for its own purposes. A classic example is Henry VIII, who established his own church in order to achieve the destruction of his marriage. Henry is not…
Inside the Statehouse
By Steve Flowers I have written about the legendary capitol reporters who use to cover Goat Hill. There was Bob Ingram of the Montgomery Advertiser, Al Fox of the Birmingham News, Hugh Sparrow of the Birmingham News, Rex Thomas of the Associated Press, Don Martin of UPI and Clarke Stallworth of the Birmingham Post Herald. A young cub reporter named Jim Bennett joined the Post Herald in 1961 and later…
Time to dust off prized instrument
By Nina Keenam I placed the case on the coffee table, flipped up the latches, and removed the instrument. I couldn’t help smiling as I ran my hand down the beautiful smooth wood. There are five or six dulcimers in my house, but this one had been my husband’s favorite. If I close my eyes, I can imagine him sitting in his recliner with a dulcimer in his lap, strumming…