If you never know by now, I like my alma mater, the College of Ga — the oldest state-chartered college in the nation. I am a happy graduate and a past president of the national alumni affiliation. I have a haughty-wanting portrait hanging someplace in my beloved Grady School of Journalism and Mass Communications, where I give what I consider a rather generous selection of shekels each and every yr to reward the superb college students who are privileged ample to obtain admission.
I am wont to brag incessantly on the academic achievements of my university, like the 25 Rhodes Students we have developed (We pause below for supporters of You-Know-Wherever Institute of Technology to remind me at the time again about their selection of astronauts — 14 — given that they’ve only experienced 6 Rhodes Scholars. Bless their hearts.)
But as a lot pride as I have in the