Third year at the Georgia National Fair. Some logistical challenges, but a good day. Even made it over for a bit as the light gave up.

Maybe fences shouldn’t surprise me, but this one did. On the other side of it is the Georgia National Fair, where my fall workshop will be tomorrow. On this side is the Perry Area Convention and Visitors Bureau, where we set up a little newsroom for the kids to work out of.

That fence is between the two, necessitating walking a couple hundred yards out of the way. It doesn’t go all the way around, it just sort of ends. Still not sure why it’s there but we’ll work around it.

Took a trip into the country, a friend’s mom had passed and I went to her service. Nice, and the trip home had me stopping to look at what’s left of this old town.

For ten years, we have put on the McGill Symposium in Journalistic Courage, bringing journalists to campus to talk about the challenges they have faced. This year, I was lucky to land Louie Palu who, in addition to his session, screened his film Kandahar Journals and did a long discussion afterwards.

These are the days I love my job a little more.

Future plans or stray paper?

Dumped into the landscape, for claiming they love the university so much, these football fans sure don’t show it.

Ping pong balls, golf balls, tennis balls and pain relievers.