He is a Labrador retriever and anyone who owns one will understand this. Harper, my dog, eats stuff. When it comes to what, he does not discriminate.
In America, we set aside special days to commemorate, reflect and renew our resolve about a subject. These national holidays come and go, but often the fervor the holiday ignites is gone as quickly as the holiday itself.
After decades of suffering environmental torture at the hands of polluting industries, West Virginians might regard a chemical spill that poisoned the drinking water of 300,000 residents -- and is still scaring folks after the dangers have presumably passed -- as a last straw. But there never seems to be a last straw for them.
In the beginning, God formed a committee to discuss the status of earth. The committee met regularly for a few millennium before releasing its report, which concluded that the earth was "without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep."
The lake was frozen solid and there, in the center, was a pile of white duck feathers. I ran for the telescope and stood at the window to see if the ducks were moving at all; it was hard to tell. I panicked. Could I save them if they weren't already dead?
January may be a strange time to bring up the mint julep but maybe it makes a good forerunner to springtime and warmer weather.
Everybody's got something. Maybe it's something you were born with, maybe something that happened to you, maybe something you did to yourself through bad habits or neglect. But everybody's got something, some physical or emotional blemish measuring the distance from you to perfection.
On a recent Saturday morning an intrepid group of nature enthusiasts gathered on a strip of pavement at the eastern edge of Locafoma Lake in the Noxubee Wildlife Refuge. They had braved wind and sub-freezing temps in hopes of seeing the Refuge's resident eagles. They had not come in vain.
Everybody's doing it -- confessing their youthful, pot-smoking ways -- so here goes. I don't remember. Kidding, kidding. Anyone over 30 recognizes the old adage: If you remember the '60s, you weren't there. Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk.
By early 2011, writes former defense secretary Robert Gates, he had concluded President Obama "doesn't believe in his own [Afghanistan] strategy, and doesn't consider the war to be his."
Back in August officials from the Mississippi Department of Transportation, Kansas City Southern Railway and the Columbus City Council held a public hearing to discuss a proposal to close six Southside railroad crossing while adding safety upgrades to other crossings.
I dropped off a dozen cans of cat food to the Humane Society recently. I was checking on the work in an apartment to ready it for a new tenant when I found them.
As we evaluate the efficacy of the War on Poverty, a single, unquantifiable factor stubbornly demands attention: luck.
The Columbus Rotary Club, like most civic organizations, keep to a pretty tight schedule during its weekly luncheons. The program starts promptly at noon and ends just as promptly at 1 p.m. Tuesdays are work days, after all.
Dream365 kicked off its week-long program Monday with a pair of events at the Rosenzweig Arts Center.
I have thought about this all weekend and simply cannot let it slide. On Friday, Jan. 10 there was an article in "Our View." I have no idea who wrote the piece, but they, glaringly, solidified their view with two words.
1. Voice of the people: Willis Pope LETTERS TO THE EDITOR (VOICE@CDISPATCH.COM)
2. Kathleen Parker: Karma can be good business NATIONAL COLUMNS
3. Possumhaw: Joy of the roadsides LOCAL COLUMNS
4. Editorial Cartoon for 5-2-16 NATIONAL COLUMNS