Folks living in the Columbus area would like to take pride in their community.
As deplorable as the thought is of the Westboro Baptists yelling inflammatory messages at the funeral of Army Sgt. Christopher Bell, who was killed in the service of our country, it is just as sobering to think this message could be stifled just because we may disagree with them.
Sam and I invited a friend, his wife and their grandson for an afternoon on the river. The young man suited up in his life jacket. He donned his new reflective shades purchased moments before at the Shell station. All was going well as we launched the boat at Charles Younger Landing, until it was time to board.
People have asked what is the difference between a swamp, a slue and a bayou. To be precise, not much.
Thursday afternoon a friend from childhood rode with me to the West Point Farmers' Market. He's a journalism professor in a highly respected program at a school in the Midwest and was back in Mississippi to attend the 100th-year celebration at Ole Miss of The Daily Mississippian, a paper he edited while in college.
It's become an often-expressed sentiment. Still, it's no less true: Children today are facing harsh realities we wouldn't have imagined even a decade ago.
In 2009, we challenged Columbus schools to implement an innovative 11-month "success calendar" at all five of its elementary schools, rather than just two.
The comments after articles on The Commercial Dispatch website sometimes feel like a virtual battlefield. Anonymous commentators hide in the bunkers, waiting to fire bullets about topics like the CVB or the public schools.
For years now I have been urging locals down here to get informed about candidates, local to national, in my column in the Macon Beacon, but I don't know how much good it's done.
I just returned this afternoon from basically two months out of the country and read your editorial in today's paper with shock.
Take away family, friends and candidates and you might have had a handful of people at Thursday's political forum put on by the Columbus-Lowndes Voters League. Why there weren't more folks there, I haven't a clue.
Dear Birney, The summer of 1968 my Dad was transferred back to Louisiana and that is where I finished high school, went to college, and raised my family. Every now and then I make contact with someone from Columbus and we even pass through the town on occasion.
Eighty people died in fires in Mississippi last year. Only in two of those incidents were there smoke detectors. In one of those cases, it is unknown whether the detector was working.
The move is decidedly Mississippian, done in a Mississippi way: Boxes and belongings lashed to the back of a borrowed pickup snaking down two-lane highways, passing Una and Egypt and Okolona, dodging slow-moving tractors and roadkill.
It's questionable when any elected official says he made a weighty decision simply because someone asked him nicely.
A May vacation to Spain via military space-available transportation presented two revelations I had not anticipated or sought. I thought relaxation and sightseeing would be my most stringent tasks, yet events impinged.
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