View From The Loft: Enough of This!


By Jim Coleman, Special to The Paper

My column has never received as much attention as it did last month when I strayed from my usual “tongue in cheek” satirical approach and actually wrote a heart-felt and truly inspired piece.

Even my stoic publisher commented with a three-sentence email when he read it for the first time, which I interpreted as my having crossed over into the realm of literary genius for one, brief shining moment.  In the throws of the pandemic it only seemed appropriate to be as serious as possible, but now I have had just about all of this I can take.  ENOUGH!

Before I go too crazy, I do have to remind myself and you that there really is something out there and it will really make you sick and it is really serious.  Everyone should continue to abide by the CDC guidelines and continue taking all precautions.

 I was, however, reminded this month that if you go back to the beginnings of recorded history and refer to the Scriptures, the kosher laws that our Jewish brothers abide by are just basic concepts of cleanliness.  So, nothing is really new under the sun, it just has different applications with a little more science thrown in here and there based on accumulated knowledge.

We’ve all seen the social media quips being passed around but I think we can all agree that multi-million dollar sports stars, movie stars and recording “artists”( I use the term liberally) are NOT essential.  This experience has given us all time to reflect on the people in our world who really do keep it running but don’t make the news on a daily basis.  I can only hope that this experience forces us to assess the allocation of wealth in our society and make sure that more of it is diverted to people who deserve it.  Frankly, I’m tired of hearing about all the hardships and tribulation that has been caused by being sequestered in a Malibu mansion or a New York City penthouse.

I have enjoyed some things about this experience.  I have met most of my neighbors.  I have spent beautiful spring days walking in the Newnan historic district, enjoying the flowers and imagining the pride people must have had on the day they moved into their Greenville and LaGrange Street homes a hundred years ago.  I’ve played the piano daily and shared it on Facebook, some of which have been viewed more than a thousand times, proving that I have either reached a new level of musical genius or that most people I know have just run completely out of something to do.  I’m waiting for Disney to call so I can determine which one it is.

I’m so sick of eating at home that the next person who actually waits on me and brings me something to eat that I didn’t have to wear a mask and make sure I was going the right direction in the grocery store aisle in order to get, is going to get a life changing tip.  And who would have ever dreamed that bananas rotting across America would create a social media trend resulting in 68 new ways to make banana bread? Pleeze.

I’m not sure where I got this last comment, but I love it.  After all the dumb, stupid things I’ve done in my life, if I die because I touched my mouth, I’m gonna be really … MAD!

ENOUGH.  Be safe.


Jim Coleman is twice retired as a financial advisor and flight attendant. A theatre geek, musician, arts administrator and preservationist, he lived a relatively obscure life until he crossed paths with Corby Winters. Jim chose Newnan as his new forever home five years ago and is dedicated to making our community the best it can be.

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