Sometimes it's like other people know something I don't. Like maybe I didn't get the password or learn the secret handshake.
For every person who left this state in search of higher education last fall, more than five from other states enrolled at a Mississippi public university.
Wednesday afternoon, as my grandson and I waited on milkshakes at Jack's, a man walked up and started telling us about his '61 Corvette.
Friday I attended the opening of the Mossy Oak Golf Course. Though not having played golf in years, I have been interested in the Mossy Oak course because it is a links course returning to golf's Scottish heritage. It is an absolutely beautiful course planted with native prairie grasses, and the roughs filled with prairie wild flowers. Except for greens and sand traps, the landscape was basically unaltered.
Saturday, Mississippi State fans were reminded of the memorable words from our Founding Document: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal -- except in football. We're definitely not saying that."
It's alligator season in Mississippi and I have a "large" problem with that.
A down payment on our future.
A soldier stood alone among headstones in a south Arkansas cemetery playing "Taps" on Saturday, while another waited by an American flag-draped casket that sat in front of a mourning family.
As soon as I heard the news, I called Oda. I could tell he was shaken up, and I asked him what happened. Oda told me FBI agents knocked on his door and asked him if he knew where his son Muhammad was.
The surgeon said, "There's a small surgical risk that you will lose your sight in your left eye. Without the surgery, it's a certainty."
A century ago, Congress created the National Park Service to maintain and enhance America's natural and historic preserves.
Beth and I went kayaking Wednesday afternoon. We launched at DeWayne Hayes Park out near Columbus Air Force Base. It's lovely out there.
The old Black Prairie of Mississippi and Alabama, named after its fertile soil, has deep roots in the history of blues music.
I have lots of stickers on the front door of my office. Probably too many. I have the typical "We're Open" sign that reverses to "We'll be back at" with a clock face and moving clock hands so we can approximate our return from wherever.
Maybe I'm just getting old, but more and more as of late, current events stir the echoes of my childhood.
This month, the people who run the state -- Gov. Phil Bryant, Lt. Gov. Tate Reeves and Speaker of the House Phillip Gunn -- announced their intentions to "reform" the state's tax structure as a means of a reviving a state economy that appears to be poised on the edge of the abyss.
During the past two and a half years, dozens of factual studies and reports have accumulated from states that expanded Medicaid as part of Obamacare.
Making my way slowly down the stairway I placed my right hand on the wall while my left hand covered my eye.
OK, let's get one thing straight before we go any further: Bobby Harper has no more goats for sale. Fact is, he never had any to begin with. Throughout most of August, though, he's had a pleasant, though not always easy, time trying to convince readers of the Mississippi Market Bulletin of that.
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