Though the Greeks thought of “hubris” as an act of arrogant pride that invited divine retribution, our modern view tends more toward the Biblical “pride goes before a fall”: the overconfidence of a person in a position of power that precedes his or her own demise.

That’s where Georgia’s Democratic Party found themselves after the 2000 Census. They could see the state trending Republican, but were so overconfident that they felt comfortable pushing the limits of their authority.

The tempest in the pink teapot involving the pink playhouse in the Millshaven neighborhood blew over abruptly when the property owners association capitulated.

They were suing Becky Rogers-Peck for violating neighborhood covenants by placing a pink-and-purple playhouse for her granddaughter in her backyard. The color scheme wasn’t appropriate, they said.

Evita Paschall’s last name has two “l’s” in it. Mine doesn’t.

That’s important to point out because I’ve heard from lots of people during this campaign season who wonder if I am related to the Augusta lawyer. I’m not.

Once that’s clear, it’s easier to understand why I am not supporting Paschall in the Augusta Judicial Circuit district attorney’s race. Of course, I’ve had relatives run for office before – Christopher Hudson is the most recent example – so that’s certainly no guarantee of support anyway.

In this case? I’m supporting Ashley Wright for re-election.

People take their road names pretty seriously around here.

In fact, some politicians take those road names more seriously than their own campaign promises.

We’ve had a proliferation of vanity names for street-stubs. Grovetown High School, for example, fronts William Few Parkway, which everyone knows. But its address comes from its service entrance, “Warrior Way,” which no one knows.