One Year in Georgia

A year ago, I published

More than 2,270 stories later, I reach the one-year mark for my little site.

The thing is, I’m not sentimental at all.

I’m not happy that I survived. This job is not a matter of survival. It’s about living here and being involved in a community and just I just happen to get paid for it. Today is just a Thursday.  Tomorrow, thankfully, is a Friday I’ll spend at MUST. Maybe that’s the mark of a good job. Maybe the important part of this anniversary is that it is not that big of a deal. If it were a big deal, that would mean that I “made it.” There’s nothing to achieve—just something to grow on everyday. Instead of looking forward to this big marker, I just hope I do better today than I did yesterday. I hope the content is more engaging. I hope I learn a little better what y’all want to read.

However, I’ve learned a thing or two.

• Georgia fans hate Alabama fans far more than Alabama fans hate Georgia fans.
• Georgia occasionally has freak snowstorms. During these storms, everyone, their dog and their grandmother
• folks can’t drive in snow.
• Italian dressing plus anything is good. Tonight I had it on chicken and lima beans. Last night, I had it on tomatoes and cheese.
• Consequently, Italian dressing makes dogs barf.
• The location of the itself. Going purely on the number of hits per story, it’s far more important.
• The time and date of drinking alcohol is also a huge deal.

OK, so I didn’t say they were profound . I just said they were lessons. Throughout the day, I’ll be re-featuring stories from the first day. See if you remember anything.