Ponce de Leon might have been a few hundred years too early in his quest for the elusive fountain of youth. Two Columbus men may have trumped the Spanish explorer, discovering a secret or two of their own to long-lasting vitality — on courts where the crisp thwack of a tennis ball is a much sweeter sound than the creak of any rocking chair.
I don’t remember when I first heard his name. I moved to Columbus when I was 9 years old, so it was well after that. I had practically cut my teeth on the films “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,” “Pinocchio” and “Bambi,” but I had really given no thought to the people who animated them — literally gave them life. For me they were just characters, but as real as I was, created, I guess, by God.
Elizabeth Smart is back in the news. You will remember her as the fragile blonde teen, stolen from her bed in 2002 and held captive for nine months. Today she is a composed and articulate 21-year-old testifying against her kidnapper.
Terry and I had a sort of date night at home recently. It had been a busy week, and we got to spend all of a Saturday together, beginning at the Hitching Lot and ending with steaks grilling on the hibachi outside. I made some wonderful, crispy oven potatoes from “Cooks Illustrated” and broccoli with hollandaise sauce.
Stand back, Spiderman. Back off, Batman. Comic books have a new hero with unexpected powers, and he isn’t even imaginary. He’s Bertrand Arthur William, the Third Earl Russell. To most Americans, Bertrand Russell is notorious for being an outspoken atheist long before the current crop of Dawkins, Hitchens, Harris and others.
When it means friends, good food and dancing the night away to the music of Jesse Robinson and the 500 Pounds of Blues Band, Bill “Howl-N-Madd” Perry and the Black Prairie Blues Band, who wouldn’t want to have a bout of the blues?
David Allan Coe has spent a career pushing the proverbial envelope. As each new generation of “rednecks, kickers, pickers, preppies, skinheads, Deadheads, hippies and bikers” showed up to hear him, his reputation as one of country’s outlaws grew.
Among October’s many gifts are the tingling thrills and chills in anticipation of things that may go, at least gently, bump in the night.
The 18th annual Hazard Lecture Series returns to Columbus on two consecutive upcoming Mondays, Oct. 19 and Oct. 26. Featuring noted author George Thatcher of Gulfport and composer K. Lee Scott of Birmingham, Ala., the free public events designed to stimulate thought and broaden horizons will celebrate the “Voyage of the Artist.”
On the gray, weathered boards of a modest, one-car garage on Columbus’ north side, Josh Meador left a telltale sign. Eighty years later, it remains: “Joshua Meador March 12, 1929,” roughly scribed in white paint on an interior wall. Facing it, from the opposite side, is an impromptu painting of mountains and clouds, in the same pigment.
Churches have gotten so enthusiastic about taking care of their elderly (not elders) that some of the “old folks” are running around with their tongues hanging out, trying to keep up with the social schedule. I was talking to someone the other day who was going to a church covered-dish supper for their “Over Fifty” group. She and her husband were taking enough food to feed at least 15. Whether they are “Fifty, Sixty, or Seventy Plus,” “Senior Class,” or “Keenagers,” they are busy.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. “They,” however, are so often wrong. I truly believe we only get smarter with age. Time improves many things; wine, some cheeses, and (in my opinion) brain power.
You may have noticed the color of the trees and shrubs beginning to change. It won’t be long until there are brilliant red, orange and yellow leaves blanketing the floor of the landscape. From the reds of the maple, dogwood, sweetgum and oak trees to the yellows of the ginkgo, sugar maple, poplar, elm — and even some crepe myrtles — the colors should be spectacular.
As chair of the committee planning and preparing goodies for the Columbus Arts Council’s gallery receptions, Beverly Norris is always on the hunt for pick-up treats gallery-goers can enjoy as they stroll through the show. And, tying the refreshment table to a theme is her specialty.
Probably you have never seen a seahorse in the wild. Even Dr. Helen Scales, who is a scuba diver and marine biologist, has only seen them a few times. The first one she saw, after many dives of looking, was “like glimpsing a unicorn trotting through my garden.” But everyone knows what a seahorse looks like, a fantastic looking creature that sparks curiosity, and it is a hit at aquariums or in oceanic picture books. Scales has satisfied many facets of the curiosity about seahorses in her book “Poseidon’s Steed: The Story of Seahorses, from Myth to Reality” (Gotham Books).
Can you hear it? Can you smell it? Can you see it? I can — fall. My Blackberry sounded at 4:18 Tuesday afternoon. I set it several weeks ago to remind me that I could end my self-imposed summer hibernation and celebrate the autumnal equinox, the beginning of fall.
As sure as Mother Nature drops tantalizing autumnal hints this time each year, Soroptimist International of Columbus can be counted on to be hard at work planning its annual style show, luncheon, silent auction and tablescape showcase. The 36th annual event takes place Thursday, Oct. 8, at Trotter Convention Center.
Columbus’ spring Pilgrimage is a venerable and familiar friend, widely-known for its resplendent display of antebellum architecture and living history. But the Columbus Cultural Heritage Foundation is adding a fresh perspective with the first-ever Fall Tour of Historic Homes — and downtown loft apartments — Oct. 1-4.
Seventh Avenue Heritage Festival chair Kabir Karriem has a good feeling about this year’s big event Oct. 1-3.
In many ways, houses are like women. Their names are usually feminine, inspired by flowers, or influenced by languages more romantic than ours. Even those that bear a family surname sound more genteel when the word “manor” or “mansion” is added.
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