The busy holidays had settled down and we were struggling to reclaim our regular schedules.
Thanks to social media and its capacity to fuel instant outrage, the wider world has met Jackson City Council member Kenneth I. Stokes, proudly representing Ward 3. He flickered, flamed, then fizzled in cyberspace last week.
Last week the Mississippi legislature convened for its annual session. My friend -- Representative Jeff Smith -- was there for the opening gavel.
Mrs. Leonard Ross sent us a letter last week. Enclosed was a check for six months of The Dispatch and a year's subscription to Catfish Alley. In a note with her check, Mrs. Ross wrote, "Have been subscribing to your paper since water!!! Keep it going to print!" She also wrote, "Tell Birney to keep 'Partial to Home' articles going. Printed news very important for us 'oldies,' who are not 'computer involved.'"
Tax Increment Financing (TIF) is a catchy name for a government give away in the form of a tax break. It's an inducement used to attract new business or a development that might not otherwise happen, a way to prime the pump, if you will.
When I was a kid, one of my elementary classmates was a boy named Mike Davis. I remember Mike mainly because of the odd hobby he and his dad enjoyed.
Holidays went off without a hitch, well almost without a hitch.
For some reason I got my bowl game dates mixed up and had us playing on New Year's Eve instead of the 30th.
Through the years and in all parts of the state, untrustworthy funeral merchants have taken the money and run.
Probably the most common postcard of a steamboat on the Tombigbee River is a view of the Steamer Ouachita.
New Year's Day -- Late morning as I was driving up College Street on my way to the grocery store, I switched on the radio and The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra was playing "On the Beautiful Blue Danube" by Johann Strauss. I thought of my father.
It is that time of year again. Most of us have eaten and spent more than we should. And now what do we do about it? Why, we make a New Year's resolution, of course. There is something appealing about that line between an ending and a new beginning. There is hope and the possibility of better things. If 2015 wasn't your best year, look at the new year as a new opportunity.
Setting aside the few years Mississippi turned in its membership card, a pretty significant birthday is upcoming.
I was making a gingerbread man, a ginger-Trump-man, using candy orange slices for the infamous hair, all the while trying to figure out why a smart friend the night before had said what everyone and his brother keeps declaring with conviction: The Donald is sure to lose steam any day now.
The flooding caused by the recent storms brings to mind high water of past times.
Christmas Eve -- It's early morning and Val, our lost-and-found dog with a bad eye and I are on our way to Noxubee County to spend the morning in the woods.
Most of my family members, including myself, and my friends have their annual physicals during the last two months of the year, the holiday months.
We recently went to Williamsburg and enjoyed the decorations and feel of an 18th century Christmas. It did bring to mind the question of what was Christmas like in early Columbus?
The 1970s were my teen-age years, and so identify the decade as the one I grew up in. Two days before I graduated high school, a far bigger event occurred. That day, May 25, 1977, was the day the original Star Wars opened.
Veering off my usual morning route, instead of Sonic first, for some reason I can't recall, I rounded the corner from South Montgomery to Academy Road here in Starkville and noticed a sign in front of the fire station there. It read "Safe Place."
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