"You couldn't pay me to live in the Prairie!" he said. Sam came home and recounted the conversation. "We live in the center of God's country, and he wouldn't live in the Prairie for anything. Can you believe that?"
The death of Dr. William E. Sykes and the love of his family played a major role in the origins of Memorial Day.
I know. I know. No one, but no one, wants to hear about your trip. The thing is, sometimes that's all you know to talk -- or write -- about, and one of those times is now.
It seems the world is still in love with braids. My first introduction to braids came through my kindergarten friends, Renee and Kellie, with their braided pigtails secured on the ends by giant yarn ribbons. Next, and many moons later, it was another Kelli, my brother's girlfriend, whose braided hair would give my heart palpitations.
If you are reading this, then I suppose you are probably still in this dimension, still breathing. Have you noticed anyone missing? Chris and I sat on our porch on "The" Saturday night waiting for something to happen. It seemed to me that traffic on our street was lighter than usual. So we called a few friends just to see if they were still here. All were.
When talking to people in the decorative arts field, I have been surprised at how little is known about Turkish corners.
A friend of mine sent me an email Monday advising me not to waste my time making a trip to Rolling Fork. I had sent him one earlier in the day letting him know that I was going over to witness the historic crest of the Mississippi River. He reported that the levee was closed to all visitors and warned that even if I weren't shot on sight, I would end up in the county lock-up.
It's been a busy and exciting week in "the city with nothing to do." The re-opening of The Hitching Lot Farmers' Market, especially "Family Saturday," was big news for early risers. Last week's Suzuki Strings sounded wonderful! I heard the music rolling through the parking lot before seeing the musicians and thought it was a symphony orchestra.
You say you are a human. Now, prove it. Wait, wait -- it's too easy to point to your face or to perform a tap dance as you sing "Bicycle Built for Two." That will not do at all.
Anywhere in the world, if you are in a group of people chatting, you will find yourself or find someone else talking in a way to attempt to produce laughter in those listening. It seems to be hardwired behavior for us, because it happens in every society we know. Not only do amateur humorists aim to bring laughter to others, professionals can get paid to do so, and the payment comes from people who buy tickets because they so value the laughter experience.
I've been thinking about writing a cookbook called "Cheater Cooking." The idea came to me when I was explaining to the girl at the Shell station why I wanted six chicken nuggets.
With the disastrous flooding in the Delta, some of the major floods of the Tombigbee River come to mind. The most serious floods in Columbus history occurred in 1847, 1892, 1948 and 1973. It is the flood of 1892 that is considered the benchmark.
A few semesters ago I took a class at the W called Creative Non-Fiction. In spite of the course's oxymoronic title it was fun, and I learned a lot. The premise was that all truth is based on point of view. Two people could tell the story of a shared experience and each version would be entirely different.
Recently I went to Trinity Retirement Home's assisted living facility in Columbus to attend the celebration of Lou Trim's 100th birthday. Her daughter, Judy Stewart, was hosting a party.
Pinching pennies? Clipping coupons? It helps to shave off a buck or two here and there, but it's not just for milk and bread anymore. Nowadays, folks are putting their beauty on a budget as well.
Everyone acknowledges now that William Faulkner was one of the greats in American literature, but like many writers, he had more than his share of flaws. Any biography will tell you about his depressions, alcoholism, and affairs, and "Every Day by the Sun: A Memoir of the Faulkners of Mississippi" (Crown) touches on all of these dark areas.
OK, I might be in cyberspace, but I'm not doing Facebook, I'm not. I read some tweets, but I'm not twittering. You see ...
On June 15, 1919, The Columbus Dispatch reported that Capt. Sam Kaye had arrived home from France; "Decorated with the Distinguished Service Cross, bestowed on him by his own government for bravery in action, and with the Croix de Guerre, bestowed by the French government for exceptional prowess in the air."
First comes love, then comes marriage ... then comes the hairstyle that has transfixed the world. The "Princess Kate" hairstyle might very well be the most photographed, videoed and talked about of the year.
Storm clouds are all around us these days. Literal or symbolic, we are in the midst of eruptions made by God and made by man.