The Bardwells were cooped up on the weekend with colds. Since Sam and I were both sick we scratched around the house looking for something we could do. We wrote Christmas cards, wrapped presents, watched football games and a Christmas movie while passing the Kleenex box back and forth.
On Friday night while I was downtown enjoying wassail, several people asked me the same question; "What are you writing about for Sunday?" I got some strange looks when I replied that my topic was that this was the month to celebrate pork barbecue in Mississippi.
"William went that way, he's looking at pictures." Trey Porter of the Mississippi Department of Archives and History is talking. It's Wednesday afternoon and he and William Winter have driven up from Jackson to talk about two museums under construction in the capital, a state history museum and a civil rights museum.
Because I take my responsibility as an American citizen seriously, I recognize that it is essential that I keep abreast of the important news of the day. There is no substitute for an informed citizenry, after all. That is why, in addition to reading newspapers, I am also careful to watch TV news, not only the network newscasts but the cable news networks, too.
In 1994 Starkville put before the voters the proposition that there be an additional 2-percent tax attached to the food and beverage sales for those enjoying the restaurants within the city limits. This measure succeeded and since then the city and several other government related entities have been on the receiving end of a lot of additional funding.
Officially, Alan Nunnelee represents Mississippi's first Congressional District in the U.S. House of Representatives. Halfway through is second term in Congress, I am beginning to wonder who he really represents, though.
Members of America's military services are being shown spontaneous respect these days. It hasn't always been that way.
"It wasn't always an island," Sam explained. "The channel redirected the Tombigbee River cutting off Highway 82 and creating the island." On a cold Sunday afternoon drive Sam shared 50-year-old memories.
Nearly 40 years ago I realized a dream. I went to work for the government. In this day and time it is a favorite parlor game to "dog cuss" anything having to do with the public sector and the bureaucrats who ply their trade, but that was not always so.
We operate in a retail world dominated by chain stores. Too often these stores are staffed with lackadaisical clerks with little knowledge of the goods and services they are selling. In fact, so seldom do we encounter competence and enthusiasm in this arena, it is like a blast of cool, fresh air when we do. Here is one such story.
Late November and early December was once the time when Columbus, Aberdeen and other towns along the upper Tombigbee River would get to celebrate the arrival of the first steamboat of the season.
Today, free people and people throughout the world pay homage the memory and legacy of Nelson Mandela, whose courage, foresight and spirit transformed a nation.
If you haven't driven down what is officially State Highway 182 or Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard in Starkville recently you will be amazed at the difference a lot of grant money and sound vision and yes, sidewalks have made along that corridor.
In 1996, shortly after making the move from Mississippi to Northern California, I had the opportunity to attend the Stanford-Cal football game, known around the Bay Area as "The Big Game."
Which government operation is the big winner in a draft of next year's budget? Education? Roads and highways? Health care? Nope. The answer is prisons.
"Standing in the checkout line, I watched as a white-haired lady began to put her groceries on the conveyor belt. She caught my attention because her sweater was funky and full of life. She'd already put a few items on the counter when the cashier said, 'I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm closing."
There was a huge fire at Columbus on the night of Nov. 25, 1865. It destroyed the former Confederate Arsenal Building, which is southeast of the old Marble Works. The building had been taken over by the occupying Federal troops and was being used to store property seized as having belonged to the Confederate government.
Something in the air changes as the first leaves begin to fall and the holiday season nears; we began to pay closer attention to things we take for granted the rest of the year. One of those things, the generosity of this community and its willingness to work together for a greater good, was made clear to me on Thursday.
About two-thirds of the way through Thursday's Egg Bowl, after watching Mississippi State and Ole Miss perform their version of "Punt, Pass and Kick" minus the "punt"and "pass" parts, I left my seat in the pressbox at Davis Wade Stadium for the dining area. It was there that I discovered what it must have felt like to be the last dinosaur to roam the face of the earth.
Last year I lived in Jacksonville, Fla., and at the corner store near our home there was a man who regularly sat hunched beneath a pay phone. I saw him a lot while coming home from work. He was terribly thin and always in tattered clothing. It would be O.K. to call him homeless.
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