About this column:
Every Saturday morning, Meg Dure shares her thoughts, insights, pet peeves and, from time to time, a smidge of advice. Once upon a time in the small town of Athens, Georgia, there lived a teenager who thought she was a princess and dreamed of being a newspaperwoman. (That would be ME) It all started when she was on the staff of Athens High School’s Thumb Tack Tribune. There was a yearning in her soul to be “up” on things going “down” in her community. And as the story continued, she saw that dream come true. Blessed with job karma and an ABJ degree from the University of Georgia’s Grady School of Journalism, her career journey began in 1969 at the Charlottesville (VA) Daily Progress. Heading back to Athens…
Back in the early 1960’s, students at Athens High School were blessed with really good, dedicated teachers. Our daily class schedules included at least an hour-long study of English-- sometimes referred to as Language Arts. We were drilled about the correct usage of the English language – which is indeed an art in itself. But these days, it’s becoming a lost art, and I cringe so often when I witness improper usage of language in verbal and written communication. It’s rampant! I worked for some 15 years as the lifestyle editor and columnist for a local newspaper. Much of that career was …
