Early spring brought lots of rain. Prairie lakes were full; spillways flowed like streams. Daily Sam checked water levels of local creeks and lakes. He checked Grenada Lake where crappie grow large and plentiful. High water levels are not conducive to spawning crappie.
Every Time I go to a music festival, I figure it's my last one, but somehow I ended up at the Memphis in May music festival two weeks ago.
We are standing in the graveyard of a country church talking in hushed voices, about 60 of us. Hollywood could not have come up with a more beautiful setting for a funeral.
Recently I have been working on a project that involves Friendship Cemetery here in Columbus.
Howard Sherman has lived, off and on, in Meridian for the past 18 years.
Recently the day our spring semester ended, I started walking back home happily from my office.
There's some things I notice and some things I don't. Sam suggested I notice things like if there's water standing somewhere where it shouldn't so I can let him know. We need to find out where the water is coming from, especially when we are in the season of drought.
Given the financial stresses rampaging through the medical industry, a prominent showdown between a large hospital system and a large insurance company was inevitable. Unless cooler heads prevail, it will occur this summer in Mississippi.
I was almost to the church that lost its steeple to the tornado, when the rooster started crowing. It sounded like he was a block away, somewhere on Third Avenue South. I was driving down College Street, windows down, headed to Mark Stokes' to have the pick-up's brakes checked.
Two weeks ago I wrote of the poem the Blue and the Gray and Friendship Cemetery on the banks of the Tombigbee River.
Within the span of a couple of weeks, the Mississippi lost the patriarch and matriarch of one of our most prominent families, the Lamptons.
If you're a college student in Mississippi, the cost of your education went up last week. Again.
The birds we love empty the feeders about every half hour, with a little help from the squirrels. Once we had no squirrels, but lately there's been a buildup.
Remember the serious discussion of state pension funds during this year's legislative session?
In the Columbus area, the "Eight O'May" has long been called "Emancipation Day." It is the day which tradition says the slaves in the Columbus area learned they were free.
In a world trending toward one-click-and-it's-on-the-way commerce, it's reaffirming to run up on someone who grows and sells watermelon plants from seeds found in a deceased uncle's freezer 20 years ago. Or white eggplant from seeds stashed in a baby food jar in the house of a grandmother named Zada.
The end of Western Civilization arrived Wednesday, when the Boys Scouts of America announced it was dropping "boy" from its name and will now be known simply as "Scouts BSA."
In the last few days I've been speechless, and I can only blame it on the profusion of beautiful flowers in and around the yard.
Americans, it's time to stand up and be counted ... or not. The year 2020 looms and the U.S. Bureau of the Census is gearing up to do as the Constitution commands.
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