I feel I must share an incident that happened to my wife, Jo, and me as we were returning from a visit with our son in Alabama on Easter.Near Reform, Ala., on leaving 82 we were traveling on a four-lane highway hoping to get home before a predicted rain storm. Jo was driving and suddenly a car on our left passed us and in a few yards ahead of us suddenly turned across our lane causing us to broadside them. Both cars rolled down the grassy slope.
I love how there are so many opportunities to be involved in the community, MUW and with the military of Mississippi. I especially LOVE how the United Way of Lowndes County organizes volunteers and distributes donated time and effort ~ giving back to our own community to make it even better than how we found it.
As a resident of downtown Columbus who wants to see it thrive and as a research scientist with a PhD in civil and environmental engineering with 15 years experience in hydrology, I’d like to express my concern over the sportsplex site selection process, and make sure that some of the ramifications are considered.
Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition. I always liked that phrase. Yes, the Lord should be praised. And ammunition is good too, especially if you have a gun.
In recent days misinformation has circulated regarding the role of The Lowndes County Democratic Executive Committee in the endorsement of candidates for public office, more specifically the city council races.
As a young man, back in the 1970’s and 1980’s, I wasted a lot of time playing basketball and tennis. One of my tennis buddies from West Point worked at Babcock & Wilcox, which had the reputation of paying the highest wages of any employer in Clay County.
I am sure that you have either heard or read about the failure of the rezoning of the Yellowjacket Drive building project at the meeting this week of the Board of Aldermen.
Something about the editor’s column (“Rays of sunshine in the Gloom Belt,” Steve Mullen, April 22) about how depressed we are in Mississippi did not ring true. So I did my own research.
It was an urban sound, a distant clanging coming from the direction of the port. But standing in the backyard on a recent morning, tea in hand watching the bees begin their day, the noise caused me to flash back to a morning seven or eight years ago in Manhattan’s Flower District.
As many of you know, MUW is in the process of finding a new name. The process has been thoughtful and transparent, and all the documents relating to it are on our Web site.
What’s in a name? For Mississippi University for Women, the more appropriate question is, ‘What’s not in a name?’: Reality.
It seems a team of scientists has been cataloging the nation’s bad-hair days. As it turns out, Kentucky is gloomy, but so is Mississippi. In fact, you could call Mississippi the buckle of the "Gloom Belt."
In Friday’s paper, at page 8A top right, there appears a VERY SHORT news item about Paul Minor not being allowed to attend his wife’s funeral. I consider this to be a very important and very disturbing story. I think your paper could have done a much better job of reporting this outrageous miscarriage of decency and justice. To me, it’s a lot more important than one more drug bust or one more laying on of hands on some yute.
Renaming The W is of secondary importance. The only change really needs at that fine old college is in the office of president!
A pre-emptive thorn to the Columbus voters who won’t participate in city elections this year. Turnout is expected to be low, and more disheartening is an apparent lack of interest in running for local office: The number of candidates running for mayor and council posts is half of what it was in the last election.
Dear Birney, As I do every Sunday, I look for your article. You didn’t disappoint this week (Tupelo honey at the Silver Spur). I felt I should respond.
As I write this column, I’m switching back and forth to a program called TweetDeck. Its dark, businesslike interface fills my entire laptop screen with several columns of updates, each one chiming as new information comes in.
In 1963, I took my first trip to the north side of town, to R.E. Hunt High School. Of course, I was only in junior high, but it was a big deal. That summer, we went to visit folks in the country, picked plums, chased cattle, rode horses, and sometimes, we just got up at 5:30 just to see the sun rise, and the critters crawling. In those days, the summer seemed to be a whole year long.
I was born, grew up, and educated through high school in Columbus. From the time I was old enough to read, I read The Commercial Dispatch and its comics. Since returning to Columbus after retiring in 1985, I have been a regular subscriber to the same newspaper. I don’t believe that I have ever before written a “Letter to the Editor.” Now, though, I have a complaint.
Well, so much for Reneau and Waverley as names for Mississippi University for Women. In the case of Reneau, it’s a shame. We’re not sure how Waverley, the name of a Sir Walter Scott novel and, subsequently, the Clay County antebellum mansion, made the cut other than it begins with a “W,” a pet name some want to preserve.
1. Thomas Sowell: Freedom is not free NATIONAL COLUMNS
2. Slimantics: Skin in the game LOCAL COLUMNS
3. Our view: Less-intrusive when it suits them DISPATCH EDITORIALS
4. Susan Estrich: So much for the new Russia NATIONAL COLUMNS
5. Froma Harrop: Who belongs downtown? NATIONAL COLUMNS