Opinion

By Mike Ruffin

I tend not to notice roadkill until it’s too late.

I’ll be driving merrily along, and I’ll feel that little bump from running over something that’s already dead.

If my Good Wife is a passenger in the car I’m driving, she’ll cringe when I run over a dead animal. Kindly and gently, she’ll say, “I started to tell you it was in the road, but I figured you’d see it.” [Full Story »] 

Growing up in Savannah, one always felt a collective, ingrained fear of hurricanes. I don’t remember a really impactful one from my youth but I do recall seeing windows boarded or taped up and sandbags being filled in preparation for a coming storm. Of course, that was long before the breathless, diminutive Jim Cantore and The Weather Channel (TWC) prepped us for looming disasters weeks in advance.

If somebody reports more than a half dozen clouds off the Horn of Africa, Jim goes on full alert status. He has more wind than the big bad wolf and Hurricane Dorian, which threatened Georgia’s port city last week, combined. [Full Story »]