Bob Damm remembers how it started. He was a fourth-grader, in Quincy, Ill., attending a recital by high school students with his dad. Everybody was playing a different instrument, but it was the snare drum solo that cast the spell.
They may hail from universities that have elevated football rivalry to an art form, but Bob Damm and Ricky Burkhead have been kindred spirits for a long time.
No sooner is the tattered wrapping paper of Christmas Day on its way to the trash bin than plans are underway for New Year's Eve. Presenting sponsor Stark Aerospace and Main Street Columbus hope everyone will be "Having a Ball Downtown" at the third annual New Year's Eve Block Party in Columbus.
By now Santa Claus must surely be back at the North Pole, utterly exhausted after his whirlwind trip through all those time and temperature zones on his annual marathon journey. Actually, a mere marathon pales by comparison.
It's the season for believing -- in Santa Claus, in miracles and in the magic of all that the holidays deliver. Ten years ago, a guy from a small town armed only with the passion to follow a dream and a few bobby pins arrived on the scene in Jackson, and it has been a rollercoaster ride from day one.
They say when one door closes, another one opens. Sometimes it's a window that opens. The portal does not matter. The meaning is the same.
Very few 4-year-old girls have a designer bracelet named after them. But, few little girls are exactly like Waverly Glenn of Columbus.
The native American pig had become extinct at the end of the last Ice Age probably about 10,000 years ago. It was Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto who reintroduced what is now Alabama and Mississippi to pork.
Stepping into the spa, I felt the stresses and strains of Prairie life drain from my shoulders. I recognized the sounds of Pachelbel's Canon and knew I had found a home. The overstuffed couch wrapped its comforting arms around me like a long-lost mother. The receptionist said they'd be with me in a minute. For a rare moment, waiting was a pleasure.
Some things are just easier with four hands than two. Making baklava is one of them. It's become a Christmas tradition for Vicky and Jimmie D. "Tuffy" Bourland, who live in northern Lowndes County.
It was in the early 1930s that community leaders in the Columbus area began pursuing an air base. Capt. Sam Kaye, Herman Owen and T C Billups were among the first to promote an air base or airport to be located at Columbus. Billups helped secure the full support of his old college friend, Congressman John Rankin, but that initial effort was unsuccessful.
Amahl, a young crippled boy, has a vivid imagination and a habit of telling stories. So, when he tells his mother of a star like no other he has ever seen, she doesn't believe him.
For three and a half decades, the staff and volunteers of Contact Helpline have been the collective caring voice at the other end of a 24-hour crisis telephone line. The United Way agency based in Columbus and serving eight counties -- Lowndes, Oktibbeha, Clay, Choctaw, Monroe, Noxubee, Webster and Winston -- celebrated with a luncheon Tuesday.
CARROLLTON, Ala. -- Back by popular demand, and thanks to a cooperative effort between First National Bank of Central Alabama, The Pickens County Courthouse Preservation Foundation and the Pickens County Tourism Association, the theatrical production of "The Face In The Courthouse Window" returns for an encore performance April 14-17, 2011, in Carrollton. Tickets are on sale now and are expected to go quickly.
"A piece of wood doesn't stand a chance around our house -- we're either gonna carve it or cook with it," chuckles Mike Bailey.
For a while it seemed that the entire country of Israel was on fire. The heart of the Holy Land appeared to be turning into a wasteland of burnt bushes and ash. As I write this, things are looking up a bit. The blaze has been controlled.
Author Deborah Johnson has been awarded the 2010 Mississippi Library Association Award for Fiction for her novel "The Air Between Us" (Harper Collins). The debut work, set in the fictional town of Revere, Miss., in 1966, looks at how the murder of a white man ripples through a town already struggling with integration.
The funniest Christmas story I ever read appeared years ago in one of the women's magazines; I forget which. Will Stanton was the author.
If you know me, then you know that I love glitter! Ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper, anything that shines, sparkles or shimmers has made my heart beat faster.
As the days tick by until Santa's big scene, our halls are getting decked and our calendars filled.