Back in November, my cousin Chip Billups and I were examining an old glass medallion with a cameo sulfide bust of George Washington.
In 2011, Joel Johnson stomped flat 280,000 aluminum cans.
State legislative leaders like to look down their noses at Jackson city government, but they are on the verge of replicating the same mistakes by neglecting road maintenance.
Remember this one? Two people are standing on the shore looking at the vast ocean. One says, "Man, that's a lot of water." The other replies, "Yes, and that's just the top of it."
It's not easy being a cat person in a canine world. Sitting on the porch while studying and occasionally letting my eyes and thoughts wander over to the lake or into the woods, I noticed the cats pouncing on butterflies.
To get it out of the way, I live in a poverty stricken mid-sized city in Massachusetts. We used to have a textile and garment industry, and now we do not. We're a heroin overdose city, a wear-pajama-pants-to-Wal-Mart city. State and federal money props up our schools, our police force and our fire department. About 75 percent of kids in local schools get lunch for free.
A group of Mississippi parents and teachers who are lobbying for predictable and equitable education funding may not get their way with the Legislature, but they win the award for the best name: Fed Up With 50th.
I suppose I should thank the person who threw out the plastic bag from Unclaimed Baggage while driving through the soccer park last week.
Seasoned tourists know the games. It's the rubes who are the easy marks.
We all are familiar with the word "rumor." Rumor runs faster than anything else.
Stepping off the front porch, I saw the season's first blooming dandelion.
There was something rare and ineffably sweet about the gathering at the Trotter Center Saturday evening a week ago. "Goose's Grand Gala" it was called, a party for Edwina Williams, known by many as simply, "Mother Goose."
It's always surprising how finding an interesting story can lead down a trail to even far more interesting stories.
On Thursday, Mississippi Gov. Phil Bryant announced he has been forced to slash budgets for most state agencies by roughly $51 million. In other shocking developments Thursday, the sun rose in the east and a dog tried to bite a postman.
At some point next Friday afternoon, my 8-year-old daughter Zayley will be singing a Chinese song somewhere in public with her class. Or maybe it's Japanese. We're not entirely sure.
It's not often that the Kids' Page, a syndicated feature printed in some newspapers, inspires a grownup, but it can happen.
Who knew there was a pecking order among buzzards? First off, we don't actually have buzzards here in the Prairie; we just call them buzzards.
"A Mr. Ronald Crowe is here to see you." It was a receptionist in the front office, Monday morning.
The Legislature opened for business in Jackson Tuesday and wasted no time in addressing many of the serious issues facing our state.
An editor for whom I worked at Mississippi State University told me this day would come.
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