Exploring almost-forgotten country graveyards, reading inscriptions on tombstones and wondering about the lives of the people whose remains lie under them is not everyone's idea of how best to spend a summer afternoon.
Several people have asked why the south end of Market Street does a dog-leg at the Columbus Light and Water Department building. This question resulted in an interesting discussion with Sam Kaye about the development of the city's street grid.
Imagine a system where you go to a government office and jump through the appropriate hoops to get a driver's license. But you don't get to keep your license. They keep it for you. Well, they keep a list of people who are approved.
It is an ageless truth: You often don't realize the value of something until you lose it. I suppose that is why I am particularly sensitive to the recent trend for Voter ID laws in some states.
High school football started this week, and I found myself thinking about my own experience playing high school football. It has been 36 years since I last wore the Gold and Blue of the Tupelo Golden Wave. Somehow, they have managed to press on without me.
Wrens have been flying in and out of the airplane plant, the airplane plant Nick Hairston gave me. It's a "pass-along" plant, having belonged to Nick's mother. I like the easy airplane plant because it makes me feel successful. I've made eight more plants from the mother plant.
We often hear about music that was popular during times of national crisis. There is the big band music of World War II, the hard times music of Woodie Guthrie during the Great Depression and the haunting melodies of the Civil War. The War of 1812 brought us the Star Spangled Banner and the Revolutionary War yielded Yankee Doodle.
Tonight marks the beginning of the high school football season, and it appears as though the weather will conspire to dampen, quite literally, the enthusiasm that generally adorns the occasion.
Pawning stolen merchandise Regarding the stolen merchandise recovered by police at Rings & Strings. The article in The Dispatch was shared on the AP and ran in several newspapers' Internet editions across the country.
Wednesday was the first day of classes at Mississippi University for Women, but unless your travels brought you in close proximity to the picturesque campus down on College Street, the event likely escaped your notice.
In Columbus City Council's consideration of renaming the block of Fourth Street known as Catfish Alley to Catfish Alley Sallie Mae Jones, we have had an extraordinary opportunity to revisit the poignant history of The Alley (as we call it) and the entrepreneurial labors of its black business owners.
I am wondering if The Dispatch is capable of selecting columnist and publishing articles that present a fair view of this political season.
Tuesday's paper had a column by Margaret Carlson regarding Gov. Romney's choice of Rep. Paul Ryan as Mitt Romney's running mate. I think those hippie-style glasses aren't the only thing still she uses from the 60s. That's not right or fair, but neither is her column.
A month after the Columbus City Council demonstrated how not to make a key appointment, the Lowndes County Board of Supervisors have the opportunity to do it the right way.
This letter is in response to the move to rename Catfish Alley here in Columbus.
Across the back porch scooted a carpenter ant. You have to wonder how they navigate because they stop, turn left, turn right, back up and then file forward again. Carpenter ants are plentiful right now. Sometimes, if I'm feeling so inclined, I get up and step on them. From the road I look like I'm doing the porch Watusi.