I am not a fan of the month of July. I dislike August even more. Meteorologists report that of the two, July is worse. My very unscientific opinion, based on decades of experience, tells me that this is not true. I stand by my conviction that August is the most terrible month.
When your finely-wrought songs have been recorded by the likes of Joan Baez, Art Garfunkel and Garth Brooks, it's a fair bet you're doing something right. Pierce Pettis has been doing it right for decades.
When I was growing up in Virginia, one of the signs of summer I anticipated most was the appearance of fat green tomatoes on the vines in our garden. We picked them well before they started to blush, dipped the thick slices in egg and milk, dredged them with cornmeal, salt and pepper, then fried them in a skillet.
"Look at you go, man. You're doing great!" said Wingfield Bouchard, encouraging 11-year-old Kobi Cook. Kobi is blind, but his long, tapered fingers tapped rapidly across the seven keys of the Perkins Brailler. With each stroke, the typewriter-like machine transferred raised dots of the Braille alphabet to a sheet of white paper, creating a tactile document.
Mississippi landscapers often see favorite trees fall victim to lightning, strong winds and other elements, especially during tropical storm season, leaving the owners to make hard decisions on the trees' future health.
The Golden Triangle is within easy traveling distance of some of the best entertainment in the South. Support arts and entertainment at home, and when you're on the road, these might pique your interest.
Women left and right ask me about gray matters, well, because it does matter. Ever wonder why the hair color turns gray as we age? I bet it has crossed your mind a time or two. We've been plucking and dyeing gray hairs for as long as I can remember. Miss Clairol is a household name for a reason, folks.
Americans are in an uproar over the recent news that our government is spying on ordinary citizens. In June, the Guardian newspaper announced to the world the source of one of the most significant classified-document leaks in history.
"Here, just taste this," said Gordon Parker, holding out a fragrant peach Monday afternoon at the Hitching Lot Farmers' Market. "Really good, isn't it?" Parker is justifiably proud of the Early Haven peaches he's hauling to the Columbus market these days (along with squash, bell peppers, tomatoes, sweet corn and blueberries).
Even though fruit and cheese tend to go together like soup and sandwich, the first time I saw watermelon and feta cheese paired up on a menu it struck me as very odd.
If he wasn't before, Bob Nolan of Columbus is now a firm believer in that old adage about being in the right place at the right time. The right place, as it turns out, was the garage of an apartment he and his wife have with their daughter in Franklin, Tenn. The right time was a warm day in May, when a production crew happened to be filming at the upscale apartment complex for a new motion picture.
It seems that we are drifting in the summer doldrums. Sailors feared them. Southerners view them as a time to endure, and a time when we long for the end of September.