Photo taken by Doug Nurnberger “I went down to the sacred store, where I'd heard the music years before - but the man there said the music wouldn't play.”
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Category - History
Photo by Doug Nurnberger In Part I of a two-part series, we explore a little bit of the musical and historic galaxy known as Capricorn Records, and the legacy it has imprinted on Macon.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016 8:00 AM by Stacey Norwood
I am standing in the belly of a Lockheed C-130A Hercules in Warner Robins, touring the Museum of Aviation with a group of colleagues, and wondering how many lives this old girl saved before she was grounded in 2011. Quite a few, apparently.
As Mercer University wades knee-deep into 2016 Homecoming festivities , it seems only fitting to honor the oldest private university in all of Georgia with a top 16 list #MercerHC16. Here’s a few facts and bits of trivia you may not know about Mercer for #MUhomecoming:
Ever since I’ve moved to the College Hill Corridor this past summer, I’ve developed a growing flirtation with the idea that Macon needs a book and I need to write it. As a ghostwriter, I’ve actually written 5 books, but never anything under my own name or about a subject I am particularly passionate about.
Friday, October 14, 2016 9:00 AM by Stacey Norwood
In thousands of years of continuous habitation of one sort or another by humans who are, by their nature, both fiercely and wonderfully made, you can be sure an enigma or two is going to get made, wrapped up in a riddle, and eventually buried. And no doubt, such secrets are more plentiful at the Ocmulgee National Monument than the very leaves on the trees.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016 9:00 AM by Stacey Norwood
I am carefully traversing the access road from the Ocmulgee National Monument Visitor Center to the park’s main attraction – the mysterious ancient mounds that rise majestically from the earth upon which they are constructed. Though my trusty little Nissan Versa is neither loud nor imposing, I am driving slowly and with some care, lest a doe and her young, a wee woodland critter or a fellow human, hiking along the 5 miles of marked trails, should dart out in front of me unexpectedly.