Robin handed me the book "The Happiness Project," and like a moth to a flame I was drawn to the subtitle, "Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun." The book is by Gretchen Rubin.
I pretty regularly get buttonholed about things the city is doing (or not doing); like I have some influence over it.
They are not the same. Never have been. One is truth-centered. The other is not.
Driving west over the Tombigbee Bridge and exiting north onto Plymouth Access Road leads to a trail of wildflowers not to be believed.
A couple of days ago I was trying to decide what to write about in today's column when I received an email from Peter Imes asking if I had seen the new book on the Geology of Mississippi.
Occasionally I am reminded of my level of ignorance and naivete'.
I commend our state Legislature for several things: Finally ending the election of school supervisors, balancing the budget, expanding charter schools, and repealing the franchise tax.
In 1980, a silly movie, "Airplane," was released. In one scene a passenger loses her composure. The other passengers line up. Each one more aggressively tries to slap her back to her senses.
Bless their hearts. They did the best they could. After taking care of themselves, political promises, and lobbyists, there just wasn't much Republican legislators, with their new super-majority in the House and Senate, could do to take care of Mississippi's real needs.
Sam power-washed the back porch along with the Adirondack chairs. I beat the rugs and fluffed the cushions.
I have written several times about the expedition of Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto's travels through our area 475 years ago and his encounters with the Chickasaws and other Indian nations.
Each January, the Mississippi Legislature convenes in Jackson and collectively loses its mind for a few months. The session ends in April - and not a nanosecond too soon - giving Mississippians a couple of months to contemplate the impending carnage that will ensue on July 1, when the new laws go into effect.
About four years ago a friend visiting from the North rode with me to a rural church outside of Caledonia to photograph the tombstone for a woman's leg. The woman had the leg removed for medical reasons, and, perhaps thinking it would be useful later, had it buried next to the spot her remains would eventually (and now) inhabit. Her husband's grave neighbored her on the other side.
It's official. We are not going to get any help from the Legislature on the renovation of the Starkville police department building.
The 2016 Mississippi legislative session ended this morning.
Although he is careful not to call himself a Republican -- as a journalist, he maintains that party associations are the enemy of objectivity -- there is little doubt that Wyatt Emmerich is a fiscal conservative through and through.
In May 2010, Chris Epps was at the pinnacle.
When Tess and I bought a house near downtown Columbus, I can't say we weren't warned.
The email was sent. It read, "I'm upgrading my computer to Windows 10. If you don't hear from me, you'll know I was unsuccessful."
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