The town of Kennesaw was officially incorporated in 1887 and organized a baseball team shortly thereafter. In June 1908, the Atlanta Journal Constitution ran a headline, "Hail to the Amateurs--Here's a Good Georgia Bunch," featuring a photograph of the team with "Kennesaw" emblazoned across their jerseys. Kennesaw's former semiprofessional team, the Smokers; its little league parks; four high schools; and Kennesaw State University have contributed to a robust regional baseball culture. These respected and diverse baseball programs have produced many college-level, minor-league, and major-league players.
Kennesaw, called "Big Shanty" during the Civil War, started out in the 1830s as a railroad shanty town during the construction of the Western and Atlantic Railroad. In many ways, Kennesaw is a typical small town in Northern Georgia--it was built along the railroad tracks, cotton was the first engine of economic growth, stagnation occurred from the 1920s to the 1950s, and then it blossomed in the latter part of the 20th century as a suburb of Atlanta--but in other ways, Kennesaw is unique. The Andrews Raid, immortalized by Walt Disney as The Great Locomotive Chase, occurred here in 1862. In 1981, Kennesaw rocked the world when it passed its gun law requiring all households to own an operating firearm and ammunition. While still small, Kennesaw has had its time in the limelight.
Some Poems By Joe (Whos Not A Poe) Some Food For Thought Some Stories Taught So Please Enjoy They Wont Annoy Youll Laugh, Youll Cry (Just Dont Ask Why) So Take A Chance And Take A Glance Cause Whats Inside Was Writ With Pride
My name is Joe Sorenson. The reason why I am writing this book is to demonstrate my exciting life. Let us enjoy the ride! Do you want to know where I grew up? This book will tell you in great detail. So let's take a ride. I was born August 6 in the year 1941 in Saint Paul, Minnesota. I went to a residential school in Faribault, Minnesota. I am blind, but this book will show you how a blind person can rise from almost becoming mentally ill to rising to the top. I have worked in radio, but I had to work for it. My wife, Ellen, and I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and we write poetry. So let's ride.
With forty eight Transistor radios in his suitcase, Joe, an Englishman, lands at Trichy Airport in the summer of 1965. The Custom's officer confronts him, but on hearing about Joe's mission, lets him go scot-free!
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