The miracle of hummingbirds
By Bill York

Every morning when we open the blinds, my wife and I are spellbound; they are always there, hummingbirds, charcoal, mauve and emerald colors, levitating, maneuvering for space on the feeders then zipping away, to reappear, performing aerial ballets.

Angels do exist

I wasn’t looking for anyone. I avoided meeting women. I had ended my eighth year as a single parent with custody of four teenagers. One was now married and another was in the navy.

Four dog night

Suffering from intense heat this summer I recall the Arctic Express slamming the South last year. I was with Lilburn Police Sgt. Tim Haxton patrolling at night, checking out businesses, looking for thieves, sledge-hammering doors and determined copper collectors. 

Atlanta in 1950 vs 2015

When I first saw the airplane the word relic came to mind. My family had purchased me a flight around Atlanta. I had flown a tri-pacer years ago. They decided I might like to go up one more time in my waning years.