Friday afternoon Earnestine Mobley took me for a ride in her Cadillac. The car is beautiful, black leather interior with wood trim, OnStar navigation, heated seats and steering wheel, the works. Near the automatic stick shift on the console is a small black plaque that reads, "This Cadillac exclusively built for Earnestine Nash Mobley." As it happens, the car is pink.
I was at lunch Thursday when an older gentleman managed to capture my attention. "Are you Slim Smith?" he asked. When confronted with this seemingly benign question, I always respond with a degree of trepidation and feel the urge to ask, instead, "Uh, why do you want to know?"
Inside the Beltway, everybody's talking about sequestration -- and not only about whether it will happen (various supposed "high-level" sources say they are not optimistic that it will be avoided) and what it will mean, but also -- it being the Beltway -- which side of the aisle will pay the price.
The CPD took less than three hours to spend $10,000 of tax-payer money to "buy back" firearms from the public. At $20 for airguns, that's at most 500 non-lethal items, and at $300 for "assault"-style weapons, that's at most 33 firearms, so between 33 and 500 items were "bought back."
Imagine, if you will, that a state legislator was promoting a bill that would allow the government to collect information on its citizens and hide it from the public. What do you suppose the reaction would be?
"You've got African Americans; you've got Hispanics; you've got a bag full of money. Does that tell you -- a light bulb doesn't go off in your head and say, 'This is a drug deal'?" Sam Ponder, an assistant U.S. attorney in Texas, said that -- and successfully convinced a jury to reject the defense that Bongani Charles Calhoun did not realize the road trip he went on involved buying drugs.
The tweet went as follows: "Everyone else seems afraid to say it, but that Quvenzhane Wallis is kind of a (expletive), right?" The missing word is a bit of verbal sewage sometimes used to disparage women.
First, they came for the drones. No, not the unmanned kind that kill strangers from a safe distance but the sort who sit in meeting rooms and repeat slogans until they absorb the proper way of thinking. The killers, figuratively speaking, are the diversity trainers who numb the human mind with slogans and rote instruction on emotional correctness.
When folks pan the Affordable Care Act for being nearly 3,000 pages long, here's a sensible response: It could have been done in a page and a half if it simply declared that Medicare would cover everyone.
The Columbus Police Department's gun buyback program succeeded beyond anyone's wildest imagination. Even among the program's detractors, there is no question that the program exceeded expectations.
There's a lot more "media" than there used to be, but the truth about any given situation is harder to find. We are assaulted with information, but the information is less reliable. In some ways, that's counterintuitive. For instance, if there were more food, it follows there would be less hunger.
Some days pass by so fast you don't even see them, but come Saturday the pace slows down around here. Saturdays start off quiet and slow, allowing time to catch up. Then there's strong coffee followed by a bowl of oatmeal topped with honey, golden nectar, a gracious gift.
Earlier this month two women were married in Laurel. Since same-sex marriage is not legal in Mississippi, so they are not married, at least not in a legal sense. Still, there was a ceremony, cake and wedding gown. One of the women, Crystal Craven, has been battling brain cancer and has undergone three surgeries, the most recent just weeks before the wedding.
The 1960s were turbulent times in our country. That is why every month, it seems, there is some official recognition of a milestone anniversary.
NATCHEZ -- In all of my visits to this beautiful river town, how have I missed the estate called Longwood? The mansions with their fanciful names run together if you see too many in one trip, but I've made many trips, toured many grand homes. Never, until recently, Longwood.
Even during this desultory economic recovery, one industry thrives -- the manufacture of synthetic hysteria. It is, however, inaccurate to accuse the Hysteric in Chief of crying "Wolf!" about spending cuts under the sequester. He is actually crying "Hamster!"
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