This Saturday, a home-cooked meal in Starkville could cost you $125. You can be sure it won't be your standard meat-and-three. Chef Ty Thames of Restaurant Tyler is preparing a seven-course feast made with locally sourced ingredients as a fund-raiser for Gaining Ground, a organization dedicated to the promotion of a sustainable lifestyle.
Saggy pants are a fad, a fashion craze. I think it's crazy, but it's an in-your-face expression of rebellion. I find it disgusting and highly offensive. I would like to carry a can of lighter fluid around to squirt on the seats of nasty underwear exposed to view, but unfortunately my right to be offended stops at everybody else's nose.
There's little doubt pre-kindergarten classes have significant benefits to students, school districts and communities.
Kenyon King's life defies expectations. The day his mother, Tangenika King, dropped out of high school to get a diploma in motherhood, she had likely never heard of American University.
Let's forget, for a moment, the challenges associated with enforcing a "saggy pants" ordinance. (Who wants to be the officer responsible for measuring -- and documenting -- how far a man's pants hang below his waist?)
You don't get to choose your children. You can choose to have them or adopt them, but you don't get to choose who they are.
During the summer of 1978 I got a chance to salute my mother with a fly-by, of sorts, near her childhood home of Somerset, KY.
A.J. Steverson wants to set the record straight. It's the Hitch Lot, not the Hitching Lot, as it is often called. A.J. should know. He grew up in a white clapboard house near the southwest corner of the Hitching ... I mean Hitch Lot. He can remember when farmers hitched their horse-drawn wagons there and walked up the hill into town.
A car moving 60 mph will go more than the length of a football field in the five seconds a driver looks down to send a text or dial a phone number. That driver is more than 20 times likely to have an accident than a non-texting driver.
She lifted up the spiny tail and put it in her mouth. She grinned and said it tasted just like she remembered, crispy like a potato chip.
Twice a week Harry Walker and John Jones meet here for two hours of chess. Here is the Highway 61 Coffeehouse, a hole-in-the-wall on a sloping street two blocks above the Mississippi River. Both men are retired, Walker from Entergy and Jones as IT specialist for several Fortune 500 companies.
Singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett once said, "Indecision may or may not be my biggest problem."
It is no new observation that the Bible instructs us to love our neighbors and to love our enemies, probably because they end up being the same people.
Why celebrate Confederate Memorial Day, indeed?
Many thanks to Officer Bo Pearson for helping me!
Chances are unless you had a driver's license to renew, you had no idea Monday was Confederate Memorial Day.
If we could all be chickadees, we'd all be skinny and plum tuckered out.
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