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.
It is the custom of the Caledonia Board of Aldermen to begin each of its monthly meetings with an invocation delivered by Town Attorney Jeff Smith. I do not know if Smith tailors the prayer to each month's agenda or if he simply follows a time-honored script, like the Book of Common Prayer, for example.
In response to Clayallday's online comment, "Crowds flock to Chick-fil-A," in Wednesday's Dispatch, I would ask the writer if he or she has thought about the hundreds of orphanages and schools sponsored by Christians and Christian groups that benefit children dying of AIDS.
On Tuesday, family members of the late Sallie Mae Jones asked the Columbus City Council to change the name of the stretch of Fourth Street between Main Street and College Street to Sallie Mae Jones Catfish Alley.
I suppose that I grew-up in an age of innocence. I was born in 1950 and grew in my naiveté through the years. It was a time when you walked to school and rode the bus to downtown Columbus. Children of my age could go anywhere alone and there would be, surely, someone along the way that knew you or your family and could get you home if you needed their help.
Lowndes County's relationship with Silicor Materials is not unlike that of a level-headed maiden being courted by a worldly suitor: Professions of undying love are all good and well. But at some point, she wants to see a ring.
If there's anything I hate to kill it's time, but there I was, tooling around waiting for the farmers' market to open so I could buy some of those "sweet-tasting, ugly cantaloupes" advertised by Black Creek Farms.
I have been here only been 60 days, I know, but I am beginning to come to a conclusion: What Columbus lacks is leadership.
Tuesday's Lowndes County Board of Supervisor was not the first indication that it's time to take a serious look at how the county meets the needs of its residents where fire protection is concerned.
Somewhere above the Manhattan skyline, in one of those towering office buildings that line Madison Avenue, the account executive for the firm that handles the Kentucky Fried Chicken account is getting an earful from his boss.