A couple of years ago we tried to catch the armadillo. At night he would emerge from his lair to root around in our yard for grubs. Each morning the grass looked as though a foursome of golfers had spent the night practicing their chip shots.
Eight good-size turtles bask on the bank of the pond. A few years back we emptied the pond and had the silt dug out. When it refilled only one fallen limb remained in the pond. The pond turtles vie for it.
It was 30 years ago. She was a student any professor would consider ideal. Front row. Eyes up. Tidy. Attentive. Smiled easily, often. But after Thanksgiving break, she didn't come back.
We love letters to the editor. Not only do they affirm the vital role newspapers play in our communities, they often provide a fresh take on pressing local issues. My only problem with letters to the editor -- and I expect most newspaper editors of small town papers would say the same thing -- is the scarcity of them.
I used to take a measure of pride in saying that Tupelo was my hometown. Now? I am not so sure, especially since Tupelo has become the Drive-By Elephant Shooting Capitol of the South.
A terrible, terrible, thing happened. Sam pulled the boat out of the garage to go fishing. We keep the fishing boat in the garage and the vehicles in the yard. It was a beautiful day so the garage doors were left opened.
During Wednesday's Table Talk program at the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library, four well-known local officials led a discussion on the subject, "My Favorite Childhood Book is...." Lowndes County supervisors Harry Sanders and Leroy Brooks, along with Columbus Mayor Robert Smith and Chancery Clerk Lisa Younger Neese, spoke briefly about their favorite books, but it was the discussion that followed that proved most interesting.
Walk out into the backyard at 4 a.m. and the first thing you notice is the birds. A million of them there must be, all singing their particular songs. The result is a symphonic composition more complex and beautiful than anything a human could conceive.
Tonight, the Columbus City Council will consider a proposal to amend its hiring policies as they apply to people with felony convictions. This comes in the wake of enforcement guidelines issued recently by the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) that warned employers that making employment decisions based solely on a candidate's criminal history could be considered discrimination.
Spring flings a craving on me for something new to wear; something "springy" even if temperatures are freezing. No matter, I wanted something the yellow of a daffodil, the fuchsia of loropetalum or the purple of a budding redbud. Only I was prevented from going to my usual thrift haunts because I had given up my love of thrifting for Lent. It meant sacrifice.
Many hoped Paul Harvey would never die. Listening to the commentator's daily radio broadcast from Chicago was a happy habit for legions of Mississippians from right after World War II until 2009 when, at age 90, Harvey's life and career came to its inevitable end.
In a previous column, I referred to the Mississippi Legislature as a "festering pile of stupid." Upon reflection, this was not an accurate portrayal. As the 2013 legislative session draws toward a merciful end, I am reminded daily that there is a more complete description of our state leaders: "A devious, festering pile of stupid."
Google has started a big "Go Paperless in 2013" campaign. Paper, they say, is bad for the environment. It's high time someone called bovine manure on this. Trees are organic. Trees are renewable. Tree farms reduce CO2. There are more forests in Mississippi than there were at the turn of the century.
The Supreme Court began hearing arguments Monday in two landmark cases which could impact how states and the federal government interpret marriages. I am optimistic laws can catch up to our nation's changing viewpoint on same-sex marriages, but I'm also certain federal protections are sometimes needed to ensure equality.
A week from tomorrow will be the opening of the annual Columbus spring pilgrimage. Although the first pilgrimage was in the spring of 1940, a Columbus tour of homes actually started a year earlier.
I ran my hand over the book cover which I'm in the habit of doing. A pretty cover attracts me. The book featured delicate anthropomorphic characters framing a drawing of a kindly man wearing an oversized purple shirt, a garden hat; he was leaning on a long stick and holding a sunflower. Bumblebees bumbled all around him. I'm afraid I might be one of those people who judge a book by its cover.
About 50 people crowded into the Grill Room at Lion Hills Golf Club Thursday for the latest episode of the Columbus Exchange Club Candidates Forum, which those in attendance will recall as "The 57 minutes of my life I really, really wish I had back."
The Great Festering Pile of Stupid, sometimes referred to as the Mississippi Legislature, will soon end its 2013 session.
The first day of spring. My favorite month, April, is just around the corner. Now we just need one big gullywasher to get rid of the pine pollen. Normally, spring gives me a strong sense of rebirth and renewal, but this spring I seem surrounded by moments crystallizing the passage of time.
Wednesday is the first day of spring, that time of year when most of us do with joy what we will be complaining about having to do come summer.
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