July 31, 2010
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My inbox at the newspaper contains emails from people who are dead.. I wouldn't say this type of communique is disturbing as much as it is peculiar. The emails seem to have the potential for continued interaction; the voices feel alive.
First of all, full disclosure:. My back yard is literally the Eastside Trail segment of the -- gasp -- Atlanta Beltline.
Ethics and sources of local media should be sometimes questioned, Daily Post writer posits.
I recently found myself discussing car troubles with a mechanic friend who moonlights as a valet. He suggested I take the ailing car, a Mitsubishi born barely on this side of the 21st century, to a dealership as a trade-in. The actual verb he used refers to a high-level felony act.