Paddling downstream on the Luxapallila about halfway between Gunshoot Road in Steens and Highway 12, you come to a cypress slough stretching back to the north in the direction of Jemison Mill Road.
A while back, a person whom I respect and believe to be fair-minded and tolerant, stopped me in my tracks for a moment with an unexpected question: "Don't you think you may be approaching self-flagellation when it comes to the race issue?"
The mornings are cool enough, shady enough and enjoyable enough to work with the flowers and tomatoes, even if you're not a morning person.
Most students are out for summer, having finished their final exams. In all probability, there were no easy answers. The quest for better K-12 public schools in Mississippi continues, though. Likewise there are no easy answers.
There is a strange web about this world that sometimes makes it seem like a much smaller place than it is.
We had been talking about his growing up in Columbus and where he went to school, when I asked Fredrick Jackson what got him into politics. He held up his hand. "First, let's talk about my wife," he said.
Now that we are in the period of time between Mother's Day and Father's Day, I have an admission to make.
Leaving town by way of Waverly Ferry Road, near Plymouth Road, down near Water's Truck & Tractor, I curved left toward the Highway 82 West on-ramp. It's my preferred way of returning to the Prairie, avoiding traffic and stop lights; not to mention it's much more interesting.
So now Jackson will have yet another mayor. Let's pray he's a good one.
As good fortune would have it, my walking partner, Shirley, and I encountered a gentleman at Plymouth Bluff who was outfitted in dust-colored clothing, a vest full of pockets, and looking altogether like a National Geographic "birder."
Facing a day of rain, I went to Starbucks Sunday, a week ago, and bought a New York Times. Regardless your politics, the Sunday Times can be a cornucopia of delights and -- assuming you have two hours or so to devote to it -- the best argument I can think of for hold-in-your-hands newspaper reading.
During World War II, my father, Rufus Ward Sr., was a B-17 tail gunner in the 337th Squadron of the 96th Bomb Group based at Snetterton Heath, England.
Fresh off a CT scan at the hospital in Starkville on Wednesday, the radiology technician escorted me back to the x-ray waiting area.
Years ago, Mississippi Public Broadcasting decided to air a live "town hall" on a topic.
The word of the day is "commencement," a timely choice since in the coming weeks, graduates of our high schools and colleges will become acquainted with all the things this word entails.
So often when we think of the grand beauty of nature, we think of impressive sights such as Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon.
On Saturday afternoon, on a whim, I drove out to the Island to see what remained of the former KiOR plant.
Marshall Fisher, the new head of the Mississippi Department of Public Safety, is about as true blue a law enforcement professional as you will ever find.
Americans fall generally into two categories when it comes to the issue of abortion.
It was a beautiful day, not too hot, windy, or humid to enjoy working in the yard.
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