Just last fall I commandeered an ATV (all-terrain vehicle) all over some privately owned property in Madison County in southwest Illinois
Columbus is a river town, so to start this week’s column, let me ask you a question about rivers.
OK, here it is: Does the water in a flowing river tend to move in a straight line, or does it meander from side to side? You have three seconds, so think quickly.
In October I ventured to Northport, Ala., to see what was going on at the Kentuck Festival of the Arts, an annual two-day conclave of artists whose work is top-notch.
I like a good hamburger, and I know how to spot one before it ever makes its way into my gullet. However, I usually don’t make it a habit to have them for breakfast. Let me tell you about a recent exception.
Re-inventing a local duo’s work identity: Recycling more than trash
Green, green, green — everything’s gone green. To tell you the truth, it’s often terribly difficult to tell whose green efforts are effective and who has simply jumped onto the bandwagon because it’s the cool thing to do.
One of my favorite teachers was Fran Land. She shared her love of art with me and all the kids at Caldwell Junior High way back in the late 1960s.
I can’t count the number of people I know who, because of the economic downturn, have had to take desperate measures in order to be able to bring money into their households. Just three weeks ago I drove one of my neighbors to Tupelo to catch a Greyhound to attend truck-driving school in Texas.
There was a time not so long ago when people would have laughed in your face if you had asked them to pay for drinking water. Those same people probably would not have bought into the idea of a portable telephone that could act as a camera, music center, GPS and a complete media center.
One summer while visiting friends in Flagler Beach, Fla., I was treated to the best seafood meal I had ever eaten. It was local gourmet, sort of like what you might see on Guy Fierri’s “Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives” on the Food Network. To this day I can’t recall having a feast topped in quality, presentation, taste and price.
Last summer I worked for a short period of time at the Missouri Botanical Gardens in St. Louis. One of the first displays you see upon purchasing your ticket in the foyer is a legend under glass dubbed “What’s Blooming This Week?”
When I bought a printer for my first computer, I was surprised how inexpensive it was. Several friends warned me, “Don’t get excited yet. Just wait until you start buying printer cartridges. That’s where they get you!” It was true, too.
I had a friend in high school who knew from elementary school he wanted to be a veterinarian. There were animals all around his family’s farm house, and there was always a crisis, an animal dilemma. He thrived off of it.
I read the results of a study that identified characteristics of dogs in animal shelters with a higher adoption rate by families or individuals. It wasn’t surprising to learn that the highest percentage of adoptions were of pure breeds, dogs that are well-groomed or both.
I have a friend who is a flashy dresser, all the way down to his shoes, which he never throws away. I believe he has the first pair of tennis shoes that he got in junior high.
Not so many years ago I would often celebrate the end of a work day at West Point High School by enjoying an early dinner at “It’s Greek to Me,” which was located about 200 yards from the “back gates” of Columbus Air Force Base. I would drive a few miles out of the way to the non-descript strip mall where “It’s Greek to Me” did a nice business for more years than I can remember.
I took a stroll last Saturday morning through the Farmers’ Market, heading straight to the coffee station upon my arrival at the corner of 2nd Avenue North and 2nd Street North. I had to have some java in order to function, and the southern pecan kicked in quickly. My focus was to purchase vegetables for a quiche.
June arrived and summer was born, as if it might have been turned on with the twist of a water spigot. WHAM! ... just like that! Teachers and students started their summer break just before the humidity became an issue. The heat is on.
I had a high school government teacher who often kiddingly told us, “Don’t mess with my money, and don’t mess with my food.” I wondered what he meant back then, but I think I’ve long since figured it out.
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