It's been a tough road for the Delta, but high commodity prices are giving the region a healthy boost.
Once at MUW I shared my fear with Professor David Smith that I was not brave. Looking up from his desk with horn-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose and disheveled graying hair on his head he said, "Bravery is not bravado. It's being afraid and doing it anyway."
What were you thinking? Why did you do what you did? I don't care if you were mentally ill. I don't care if you were a nerd, loner or had issues. I want answers to why you had to kill 20 elementary children and six adults. You killed your mother in her bed and you picked innocent, defenseless children in their school. You killed teachers trying to protect those children.
I have not talked with you in a while. I still think of you. I still feel with you. We have watched our children grow. Some of our children have had to endure heartbreaks, yet most of them have matured into responsible adults with careers: teachers, bankers, writers, photographers, lawyers, doctors, etc. To feel cool, they no longer are compelled to borrow each other's clothing or to see who can make an A in Uitohoven's English class. Some have babies, and those babies are OUR grandchildren.
The Christmas season always reminds me of barbecue and global warming. They have both been around our area a long time.
The failed Twin Creeks solar panel plant in Senatobia is yet another chapter in Mississippi's story of failed state investments.
I live in a world of superlatives, just ask my wife. But when every day is "the best day ever," I find I'm rarely disappointed. You would think that with high expectations, I would be let down more often than not. But I tend to keep my expectations realistic; it's what happens along the way that I find most exciting.
In tough times we expect strong leadership from public officials. These days our officials come from one of three types: leaders, pleaders, and plodders.
The cabin was barely finished when the need arose. The preacher man was exhausted and full of sorrows. "Come to the quiet," I offered.
As a child growing up in Southside, Cheryl Bush's favorite playground was Friendship Cemetery. "We'd run around there for hours and then pick up acorns," she said. When you ask her what she did with the acorns, she looks at you quizzically, too polite to imply you've asked a question with an obvious answer.
Last week, I had an interesting conversation with Sam and Carolyn Kaye about Horace King. King, the subject of a previous column, was a black bridge builder who, in 1842, built the first bridge across the Tombigbee River at Columbus.
Almost every afternoon, I take the walk from the office to Coffee House on 5th for an iced tea. The other day, I noticed a young lady sitting at one of the tables there, working on her laptop, which was positioned at such an angle that I could recognize what was on the screen. "Algebra, right?" I asked. "Yes," she said wearily. "I'm studying for finals." I certainly remembered the feeling, if not the algebra.
You may have seen a couple of stories last week about teachers accused of paying to have others take (and pass) their licensing exams. News such as this paints a picture of a world in which values are upside down.
An odd friendship is often born of necessity. Jack, the white cat, lost Jane, his companion, when Jane stowed away in the bottom of the fishing boat. While in route to the river, Jane chose to bolt from the boat, never to be found.
Mississippi ranked 40th in the Wall Street Journal's "The Best and Worst Run States in America." Among neighboring states only Louisiana ranked lower at 41st. Alabama ranked 28th, Arkansas 32nd, and Tennessee 12th. Nationwide, North Dakota ranked first while California ranked last.
There was some belief that more attention was given to the Titanic's choice of china than its supply of lifeboats. It was a hard point to refute, given the way things turned out.
With the presidential election holding our attention of late it has been easy to overlook how the 10th amendment to the United States Constitution is becoming supercharged.
Down by the Prairie ponds sits a tiny cabin. For the last few years it has been the receptacle of old lawn chairs, extra fishing poles, a boogie board, a torn fishing net, an assortment of tackle, a half-used bag of fish food and various and sundry items.
There are now three contentious matters on which federal law and the laws of at least some states are in conflict.