The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.
– Vinoba Bhave
If you travel to the west Georgia city of Columbus (my wife’s hometown), you find a community that often mirrors our own. It’s on a state border and has a military base, old mills downtown and even a brick riverwalk along its river – the Chattahoochee.
Unlike Augusta, however, Columbus seems to have a lot of problems with its riverwalk.
It floods a lot, which is odd because the Chattahoochee is only about half the size of the Savannah River.
Then, last week, a 900-foot stretch of the Chattahoochee River’s bank in Columbus not only dropped significantly but in places completely collapsed into the river.
That collapse threatens more than 300 feet of the Columbus RiverWalk.
What’s causing the problem? No one seems to say, although it should be noted that there is a lot of activity on the river because of the May 25 opening of a whitewater course.
Showing my usual civic concern, I walked over during lunch the other day and checked out our own Riverwalk Augusta for any collapse potential. We don’t want to lose any Masters visitors.
Everything seemed solid.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: My wife and I had words, but I didn’t get to use mine.
THE BIG 4-0: Glenn Hills High School class of 1973 will hold its 40th reunion at 6 p.m. Sept. 7 at Savannah Rapids Pavilion. For more information, call Billy King at (706) 798-9755, or e-mail : GHHSClassof73@gmail.com.
(Believe it or not, folks, I believe we have a photo of me from the late 1970s speaking to a Glenn Hills journalism class. I have very long, very dark hair. So did most of you.)
TODAY’S GOLF JOKE: FROM EVERETT: A young man and a priest are playing together. At a short par-3 the priest asks, “What are you going to use on this hole, my son?”
The young man says, “An 8-iron, father. How about you?”
The priest says, “I’m going to hit a soft seven and pray.”
The young man hits his 8-iron and puts the ball on the green.
The priest tops his 7-iron and dribbles the ball out a few yards.
The young man says, “I don’t know about you, father, but in my church when we pray we keep our head down.”