While some of you may be singing "Take me out to the ballgame" and cheering on your favorite team, others may be singing 'take me out to the garden' and cheering on your favorite plant. Whatever your choice, this is the time to enjoy them.
I've got this place where I like to go to ponder. Some of you might have one, too. It's not so much that we need a special place for pondering; some places are just better suited for it than others. My place is "The Asphalt" -- not necessarily a name that conjures up an image of a tranquil setting conducive for contemplating one's place in the universe.
For more than a quarter of a century, father and son have shared the stage, performing side by side in the band known as Gene Robertson and the Echoes -- Dad on bass and vocals, Dale on guitar and vocals.
I recently presented a program to the Macon Rotary Club. Afterward I was asked if it was true that Columbus had once been in Alabama. My response was that it never had been located in Alabama, but the people of Columbus did once think that they were.
You weren't supposed to understand the secrets of the ancient Greek and Roman mystery cults in the times that they flourished, unless you were yourself an initiate.
Mary Jo Kirkpatrick, chair of the Associate in Science Nursing program at Mississippi University for Women, was recently honored with the Kossen Faculty Excellence Award.
Dr. George V. Pinchuk, associate professor of biology, was recently named Faculty Member of the Year at Mississippi University for Women.
A rusty hinge lay on the slanted concrete floor of the Columbus-Lowndes Humane Society. Director Karen Johnwick sighs, leans down and picks up the scrap, and shakes her head. "You can only put a Band-Aid on something for so long," she says despondently. "We don't want to spend money here; we want to invest in the new place."
Jimmy and Joann Graham hosted a post-Pilgrimage appreciation party at their Sykes Place compound last Thursday evening.
I guess I never anticipated getting to this spot, never thought ahead far enough to imagine one of my grandchildren getting married. I knew they would grow up, of course, that I, too, would get older. I just ignored the fact. Actually, in many ways I still do.
They say you can't buy love. For the most part, that is true. There are many examples of love that is "purchased." I'm not talking about the "oldest profession." I'm thinking more of people (both genders) who marry for, or because of, money.
My first house had a porch, and every house since then has had a porch. My grandma's house had a porch. Porch people begat porch people.
"Close your eyes, bend over, and let me know if the water's too hot." Before your imagination runs away with you, allow me to interpret those words.
Ah, Italian cuisine. It's among some of the world's richest and most varied. From quick late-night snacks to complex culinary creations, Italy's flavorful foods are frequent favorites of the American palate.
South Pacific is a musical set in the naval war in the Pacific during World War II. There were no musicals about the naval war in the Atlantic. Richard Snow, in his book, "A Measureless Peril: America in the Fight for the Atlantic, the Longest Battle of World War II" (Scribner), points out the difference.
Even as John Doude studied engineering at Mississippi State University, the music called. After two years of college, the McCool native answered it. His swampy blend of Southern rock, deep roots blues and Americana has been drawing in fans ever since.
"There is something terribly wrong if you aren't growing -- and even sharing -- at least one or two pretty things you can eat," preaches Felder Rushing.
The chance spotting of a small piece of paper on a bulletin board at St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis, Tenn., more than 16 years ago first brought Tara Jo Stover into the lives of Camp Rising Sun volunteers. Bonds of friendship and love firmly kept her there.
As 'Lee High' nears closing, a building's history stirs memories
My house is filled with noises. "Things ... go bump in the night" ... and the day. Most of the time, we know it is only squirrels in the attic. They clatter through the walls and rattle around the spaces next to fireplaces.