Occasionally an easy breeze blows through the tree canopy, and it feels cool. Other times, the wind is as still as death, the air so thick it's like pushing against a wall.
Tony had said he would give me a ride to the train station.
July always brings, hot humid weather and thoughts of vacations. Though destinations and entertainment have to a large extent changed, summer vacations have long been with us. While people still often go to the Biloxi and the Gulf, who now goes to or has even heard of Way, Mississippi?
As part of its mission as a research university, the folks at Mississippi State are always up to something interesting. Hardly a week goes by that we do not receive a press release that provides details of research projects the university is working on. Some are more interesting than others, obviously.
With the latest rate increase caused by the runaway Kemper power plant, Mississippi Power residential customers will be paying 66 percent more for their electricity than Entergy customers in Mississippi.
A raccoon was caught in the cage and the rain was beating hard. I admit I was feeling pretty prideful as it rarely takes more than a night to catch one. Raccoons are destructive; they have to go.
A sweet young woman named Michelle painted my toenails the orange of road construction cones, a polish called Flip Flop Fantasy. I was ready to roll. The older I get, the lighter I travel.
Thirty-five years ago this month Blewett Thomas invited me to ride over to Tuscaloosa, Ala., to visit the bluesman Johnny Shines. The day before Blewett had met Axel Kustner, a German blues enthusiast, who was visiting their mutual friend, Big Joe Williams in Crawford.
Today there is much discussion about prayer in schools and the separation of church and state. Very few people, though, realize the origin of that discussion and controversy. Even fewer know of the role Mississippi played in its beginning.
I grew up in East Tupelo, about a mile from the birthplace of Elvis Presley. Even though Elvis was at his height as a performer during my youth, Tupelo didn't make too big a deal out of Elvis in the late 1960s.
Here I am." Kathy McCoy hollered and motioned for me to follow. Cupped in her hand was a fuzzy-headed purple martin. Kathy explained the bird was born with an undeveloped wing. Marty chirped constantly but nestled comfortably next to Kathy.
Sometimes it is interesting how one thing leads to another. So it is with today's column on passion flowers, also known as maypops. I have often found these flowers blooming on the edge of fields and forest near the Tombigbee River.
I've been thinking a lot recently about Paula Deen and Martha Liddell and the strange phenomenon that ties the two together. Both have been in the news recently -- Deen on the national stage and Liddell here in Columbus.
The British know. Their television and movie stars are like real people, except they can act. They look normal, with blemishes. Think Shirley Valentine, or Young Mister Grace. A few are pretty, some not so much. Acting trumps beauty.