Facebook scrolling can be a sobering experience. If I hadn't learned that before, I knew it Sunday night.
There are multiple legitimate forms of economic development.
Here's how it is supposed to work: Every four years, Mississippians go to the polls to elect fellow Mississippians to serve our interests by crafting legislation to address the state's unique issues.
Now we can add the Zika virus to things that go bump in the night. Headlines abound.
A bit of advice for people in a total tizzy over the presidential election: Get a soda and some popcorn, turn off CNN and Fox for an hour or two and watch the 2015 movie, "Our Brand is Crisis."
I'm scheduled this month to show up at a writer's fair in Mississippi's Jackson, a town where I've only ever distinguished myself by not being hired by the local newspaper, being evicted from an apartment for parking a rotten sailboat in the side yard and working briefly for United Press International after that news organization stopped issuing regular paychecks.
A couple of years back Sam signed up to cut the grass at the church.
Since company was coming at 7:30, bright and early, we needed to get up and get moving. There was the old cypress table Melvin Brewer made for us to move to the garage, the extractor to set up and the five-gallon pails to rinse out.
On Monday March 20, 1882, Columbus Mayor C.E. Dancy received a telegram of distress from the mayor of Aberdeen.
I happened to be stuck at the intersection of Highway 12 and Louisville Street this week waiting on the light to change when I noticed the beginnings of next year's headache.
Two lawsuits accusing Mississippi officials of wrongdoing have been settled without trials this summer. Taxpayers can know the cost for one. For the other, they can't.
Somebody threw out the question what would you miss about the South? Food was a given then it boiled down to friendliness and storytelling. The next day I tried the question on my exercising buddies and the answer was the same. Seems we'll tell a story at the drop of a hat.
Recently I bought a painting by Oscar-winning Columbus native Josh Meador.
Just before 8 o'clock on a recent Thursday morning, Les Henderson stood at the cash register of the Preston General Store, the business his great-grandfather, Luther Dewayne Henderson, started in 1886, and rang up the purchases of Bobby Wells, a neighbor and regular customer.
"Daddy, I feel like I'm blind, and I literally feel dizzy. I feel like I don't know where I am, and I feel like it's Wednesday instead of Thursday."
This has been a busy construction summer for Starkville.
It is one of those thoughts that intrudes unexpectedly, one you quickly dismiss and are almost embarrassed to speak aloud. It's crazy, you say.
There's a lot of eating plans circling around these days with names like "What would Jesus eat," aka the Mediterranean diet, the Paleo diet, aka "What would a caveman eat," and all the vegan and vegetarian diets built on what not to let-ever-cross-your-lips diets.
NESHOBA COUNTY FAIR, THURSDAY -- Phil Bryant is on stage talking about Tuesday at the fair with his new friend, "Don Trump," the candidate's son.
Late one recent afternoon, Karen and I joined Stuart and Kallie Phillips on their boat to make a loop around The Island across from Columbus.
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