We should seize the moment. As the only state in the union that incorporates the Confederate battle flag in its state flag, we signal to the rest of the world allegiance to a cause a large portion of our population associates with enslavement and oppression.
At a family gathering last week, someone suggested we take a group picture. It was a momentous occasion; there were a lot of us there; and everyone thought it a good idea. But the light was fading. Anyone have a camera?
The other night at the theater (no kidding) I happened to be sitting by a woman who, before the curtain went up, was telling a story about a mouse, an English mouse.
On a recent morning around 6 o'clock, a black rooster on the front porch of the house across the street from Miracle Valley Holy Ghost Temple of Deliverance hopped up on the railing and began to crow.
"Things are seldom as they seem; skim milk masquerades as cream."
-- Mark Landis quoting Gilbert and Sullivan
It doesn't happen often, but every now and then the gods offer up someone who is doing something for which there is no precedent. Because we've not seen it before, we are not sure how to react and acceptance varies, sometimes to the extreme. Take Mark Landis, for example.
So I'm standing in line waiting to place my order at the Old Country Bakery in Brooksville and this voice says, "Why didn't you say in your column that you ate here?"
Not all who wander are lost.
Before venturing to the outer reaches of Noxubee County last week to visit Charlie Dahlke's farm, I took my "Mississippi Atlas & Gazetteer" and made an enlarged photocopy of page 39. You know the books, the red oversized atlases dedicated to a single state.
Friday afternoon temperatures hit the mid-80s, so I put several inches of water in a plastic swimming pool for Val. She immediately came over, took a drink then lowered herself into the liquid and sat there as if she was a Persian princess waiting on her attendants to come bathe her. Allowing that Val is of mixed parentage, has a bad eye and was found on a gravel road (dragging a chain), her attitude is, well, charming.
My friend Axel called from Germany the other day. When I told him I was going to be interviewing Mack Banks later in the week, he threw out a quote from one of Mack's X-rated songs and asked me if I still had the album he gave me years ago.
In the Sandfield Community, not far from the intersection of 23rd Street and Fifth Avenue South, there is an abandoned slab of concrete about 30 feet square. On the east and west edges of the square are light poles with "Keep Out" signs on them. At one time, the place served as a basketball court for neighborhood kids.
Ed Phillips looked like a man you might have seen sauntering down the gangplank of a Mississippi riverboat at the foot of Canal Street sometime in the mid-1800s. Barrel chested, uncommonly handsome and with a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, Ed would have been a more-than-adequate stand-in for Clark Gable in that actor's most memorable role.
Ed died Saturday a week ago. He was 80.
Maybe it strains the limits of plausibility to claim to have found a penny in front of a place called "Down to the Penny Accounting Tax Service," but there on the sidewalk was Honest Abe in profile. Not one to shun the prospect of good luck, I bent over and picked it up.
About two winters ago while riding alone in the rain in an ATV, I surprised two deer bedded down in a thicket of scrubby trees. Once rousted, the deer sprinted alongside me for four or five seconds before veering off and vanishing into nearby woods. It happened so suddenly and was over so quickly, I was left wondering if it had happened at all.
Media personas were prominent in the news this past week. NBC News anchor Brian Williams' career went up in flames; former 60 Minutes correspondent Bob Simon was killed in a car crash in New York City; Jon Stewart announced plans to leave The Daily Show and Thursday night New York Times media critic David Carr collapsed in his paper's newsroom and shortly after was pronounced dead.
Some months ago the hot water control in our shower cracked and started spraying hot water into the tub and onto the legs of unsuspecting bathers. Really hot water. We've adapted by draping a washcloth over it to deflect the hot water, but every now and then it slips down and you get a sudden jolt.
"Did your mother use these much?" I asked my wife.
I was washing dishes after a meal served on her mother's wedding china.
"Hardly ever," Beth replied.
"They didn't have much to choose from back then," she said, by way of explaining the pattern.
And then, to make her point: "She got married in a dress made from a parachute."
A team from Public Broadcasting System was in town most of last week doing a segment on Main Street for PBS's NewsHour. The piece is not on Main Street in the literal sense, but Main Street as a euphemism for small-town America.
More than one person said they thought UFOs were descending on Columbus Thursday night when they saw the Chinese lanterns wafting their way north along Highway 45.
Whew, that was quick. Another year gone.
Resolved for '15: to be kinder and more patient. As we age, we trend toward kindness. So says the writer George Saunders. Here's an excerpt from a convocation speech he gave to the class of 2013 at Syracuse University where he teaches:
The presents had been opened and the grown-ups were sitting around talking in the easy afterglow of a Christmas morning.
An uncle was absorbed by a modern-day version of a Tinkertoy set and an aunt was helping a niece come to grips with a pair of sparkly gloves that can freeze people. A couple of us stepped outside with one of the kids, who wanted to show off the scooter Santa had brought.
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