An earthquake on the East Coast. Hurricane Irene. What's next? And are we prepared for it? What we didn't see much of on the national news, as the aftermath of the latest natural disasters flashed across the screen, was disaster-management strategy.
It's budget season for counties and municipalities. They have until Sept. 15 to adopt a budget. And we've watched as they divvy out the dollars and cents in an attempt to balance their budgets before the deadline.
The Fall looks to be an exciting season for the Mississippi University for Women. Unlike past years, there isn't much controversy surrounding MUW. The contentious proposals to merge the W with Mississippi State or to change its name are sidelined for now. The epic battle between past president Limbert and the alumni association, which climaxed when Limbert disassociated the university from the alumni association and started a new one, is over. After a herculean effort by Interim President Allegra Brigham, the united Alumni Association appears to be working well and focused on the W's future.
The moon vine in the backyard has entwined the empty chicken coop and is now launching an assault on the Mexican petunia next to it. The vine's large blooms are white and diaphanous, like tissues left on a make-up table in the dressing room of a Broadway star.
A recent trip to Young's DayCare brought back memories of my first book. Young's has a special place in my heart because of my daycare days, so being there always makes me a little nostalgic. What's more, my father and I were there to volunteer for the local affiliate of "First Books," a national organization dedicated to improving access to books for low-income children. Accordingly, the nostalgia reminded me of when I didn't like to read.
We consider public safety a right, not a privilege. We expect to be able to walk down the street without being assaulted and to come home to our undisturbed portion of the world -- everything just the way we left it.
I wandered over to the pool this weekend looking for relief from the heat. But as I looked into the deep end and contemplated the cold shock that would accompany my leap into the water, I noticed a bright yellow tulip poplar leaf floating on the surface.
Monetarily speaking, Lowndes County is the seventh most valuable county in the state of Mississippi. It's not by accident.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who had a part in conducting our primary elections in Lowndes County.
As most people are aware, the citizens of this community on Sept. 27 are being provided an opportunity to support an issue that is absolutely vital to the continued growth of Starkville.
We're a community led by interim leaders -- from the Columbus and Starkville school districts to the Columbus Police Department and Mississippi University for Women.
I agree with Mr. Wiseman that our school system isn't the best that it could be. For years I have advocated changing from our agrarian-based school year to something more modern and more practical.
One of my brothers turned 60 in February. I often think about how age gaps seem to diminish as we get older. Jeff is 14 years older than I, which is almost another generation, but now I don't really think about him as being so much older. There's another brother between us who is 53.
Locally, the primary election cycle has been as predictable as local elections can be. But there were exceptions. In the Lowndes County school superintendent's race, a seemingly dark-horse candidate trounced a central office insider.
I am most sure you all have a good many friends. We all have friends that live down the street, across town and yes, some that have moved. When my friends from the "big" cities come home and ask, "How do you stay here?" I just have to say, "Well, my roots run deep, deep as the tree roots down College Street." I guess I do admire those that have pulled up and moved on to bigger places and I often wonder at the sights they must see and the things they must be doing. However, I am a Columbus girl for some 60 years and in a week, 61 years, so I guess I will just stay and enjoy my old familiar ways.
Trying to get information from a government agency can feel like being stuck in a maze that doesn't have an exit. First, there's the struggle to get someone to answer the phone. Even if the agency is supposed to be open, your call may strangely go unanswered.
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