Bill Kirby

Unlike Augusta, Columbus seems to have a lot of problems with its riverwalk.

So there I was, sitting around my parents' house on my recent visit. I notice my father squinting at the TV.

OK, let me share the secret to getting around through Masters Week traffic. There is no secret.

While many were getting ready for golf over the weekend, some of us were enjoying the season's opening games of the Augusta GreenJackets.

This is a story about golf and Augusta, about love and loss and about what happens when you set your mind to something.

An Augusta woman lost her old photos in a Target shopping cart, but now she has them back again.

An Augusta woman's diligence helps woman, 84, get back lost family photos.

One shopper loses, one finds old photos in shopping cart at Target.

Every big winner gives us all the chance to wonder for a while how we would react with the prospect of sudden wealth.

There's no telling when I might fall asleep: Staff meetings, family (in-law) visits. And church, where my wife has been known to elbow me when she detects a slight snore.

There's money in misery. That's what I always tell people when they seek my investing advice, which so far has done as well as my NCAA bracket. But still, they ask, and still I answer with what ...

The blooms really began to show last week. I guess it's always like that. You watch a plant or shrub over gloomy winter months and begin to think it might be dead, and then, there they are. 

I keep getting suggestions of unique spots to show our Masters Tournament guests in a few weeks.

OK, a week into the daylight saving time change and I've adjusted, but I still think it's a foolish government intrusion.

Readers have plenty of ideas for Masters visitors interested in historic Augusta sites.

If you're a Ro­man Caesar, the 15th of March can can kill you. If you're the rest of us, it might give you a pinch.

Why do we let our government give us the time of day twice a year?

More than half a century ago, Johnny Battle, legendary city editor of The Augusta Chronicle, looked out our newsroom's second floor window and saw something quite remarkable.