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Back in the heyday of the British Empire, a man from one of the colonies addressed a London audience. "Please do not do any more good in my country," he said. "We have suffered too much already from all the good that you have done."
Last week my granddaughter who lives in Virginia visited Columbus. While here I took her to experience those delightful "crazy animals" from the hand of Robert Williams, the pioneering icon of children's television known far and wide as Uncle Bunky.
It was 94 degrees in the shade, a scorcher of a Saturday afternoon. Slim Smith and I were standing in the alleyway behind The Dispatch talking about the next day's paper, taking refuge in what little shade there was.
Ever since I moved back from Memphis to Columbus, I have been wondering why the Varsity Twin has not been renovated by Hope Community Church.
WASHINGTON -- It was one of those important-but-dull hearings that don't even get broadcast on C-SPAN 3. An obscure subcommittee was taking expert testimony on patient safety Thursday, and only four of its 14 members bothered to show up. Several of the public seats were empty, too.
Here we go again. Same stuff, different day. Deja vu all over again. A monthly New York newspaper, The WestView News, uses an objectionable headline ("The N----r In The White House") on a piece in its July edition, which argues that much of the shrill hatred toward President Obama is rooted in racism. Not surprisingly, the headline gets more attention than the argument.
My hair stylist, Joyce, is at the beach on holiday, and I want to stick my head in the sand. I should have made an appointment last week.
It has become politically fashionable in some circles to treat Common Core as something akin to the "mark of the beast." More than anything else, Common Core is a victim of timing. It didn't start out that way.
In 1991, one year after my college graduation, I flew into Tel Aviv and took a hot and dusty car ride to the Palestinian town of Ramallah, a historically Christian town located about six miles north of Jerusalem.
A jazz great died this month. Though revered by fans around the world, Horace Silver is not a household name in his own country, where the popular taste tends more toward rock and country than it does toward jazz.
On of my Facebook friends died Wednesday. Maybe you've heard of him. His name was John Dawson Winter III. He was 70 and died while on a business trip in Zurich, Switzerland.
Two of the larger social trends of our time -- the growth of payday gambling and the legalization of marijuana -- have two things in common: They are justified as the expansion of personal liberty and they serve the interests of an expanding government.
When Golden Triangle Development LINK CEO Joe Max Higgins first announced plans for a $38 million "Communiversity" project a month ago, more than a few eyebrows were raised.
President Obama has described his foreign-policy doctrine as an attempt to hit singles, doubles and the occasional home run. But at this stage of the game, it looks as though he has popped out, grounded into a double play and been hit by a pitch.
Tonight, the Starkville Board of Aldermen will meet to make a decision that will undo yet another decision made by the previous board.
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