The presidential election has, by all accounts, been an unpleasant experience regardless political affiliation.
Starkville has benefited recently from a number of changes to street designs.
We all lost something valuable that day. It was just a matter of the degree.
A down payment on our future.
I have lots of stickers on the front door of my office. Probably too many. I have the typical "We're Open" sign that reverses to "We'll be back at" with a clock face and moving clock hands so we can approximate our return from wherever.
There are multiple legitimate forms of economic development.
I happened to be stuck at the intersection of Highway 12 and Louisville Street this week waiting on the light to change when I noticed the beginnings of next year's headache.
This has been a busy construction summer for Starkville.
Two of the best decisions made during this term of the Board of Aldermen had to do with the city's parks.
As a frequent recipient of Alderman Wynn's unwavering disapproval, I am inclined to pay closer attention than most to her comments at the board table on any given Tuesday.
MSU must have a vibrant Starkville for recruitment of professors, administrators and students. That requires continued commitment from all players on both sides of the city limit signs.
Just when we thought we had a workable plan. We were so close. And yet there seems to be no end to the Police Department building saga.
Long before Claudia and I were together, she had been a graduate assistant basketball coach for Pat at Tennessee. For a time she had been her roommate but more importantly she had been and remained her friend throughout the intervening years.
Starkville served up a city-wide open invitation to participate in yet another community project. This one is to facilitate a vision for arguably our most downtrodden through street, Highway 182.
For many, in years past, Starkville quickly became a memory when college was over. Even for those of us who called the place home. The future consisted of holiday visits or maybe alumni weekend or the Egg Bowl.
Up until recently the only reference that bingo conjured up for me was the simple little ditty about the farmer's dog: "and B.I.N.G.O. was his name O." Not so any more.
As much as I give well-deserved but unmitigated grief to members of the Starkville Board of Aldermen, in the interest of fairness, I must also give a thumbs up to them for their support of a game-changing move for the city's future.
There are arguably two examples of successful economic development park projects in Starkville.
I pretty regularly get buttonholed about things the city is doing (or not doing); like I have some influence over it.
Occasionally I am reminded of my level of ignorance and naivete'.
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