Summer is traditionally that time of easy living, lazy, crazy days and reunions. Some of us got cheated by life on the reunion feature. In my generation my family was so small that if we met for lunch, we'd had a reunion.
Many people still remember the small zoo that was in Propst Park but few recall the large private zoo that was once in Columbus.
After Katrina, they moved to Columbus to be near their only daughter. They had lost everything after 60 years of marriage, everything except each other.
If we had had a better-trained bomber a few months ago, we would have had a terrorist disaster in New York City when his car bomb exploded. That one didn't go off, but plenty do in many parts of the world. The international terrorist bombers now tend to be religious.
Attendance is up at Columbus' Loaves and Fishes Soup Kitchen due to, in part, the economy.
Put the grassroots country music of Starkville-based Nash Street and the grand old Delta Queen steamboat together. Throw in a low country boil, an eager audience, and what do you get? Good times and a music video that will herald the next stage of the talented quintet's career.
Several Columbians have been on the coast this past week. Terry and Anne Freeze spent a week eating, napping, sippin' and dippin.' Terry's brother Buck and his wife Millie joined them for supper one evening. They live in Lillian, Ala. Their grandson Zane is in the Coast Guard and has been stationed on a ship in Pensacola, Fla., doing oil-related work.
Well, Beyonce said it best. "If you like it then you should put a ring on it." So, I found myself doing what most "bffs" with innate fashion sensibility do ... helping Ashley find the way through the oftentimes confusing maze of planning a wedding.
June is considered a romantic month. More brides choose this month than any other. I'm not sure why they do. It certainly is not the prettiest, or the most temperate. Maybe it is because school has just ended and recent college grads can begin their new life with a new wife (or husband). It is a month for big changes.
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.
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