In his new biography "Being Nixon: A Man Divided," Evan Thomas concedes a point.
Most mornings Sam and I have cereal on the front porch.
Quick: Name a Mississippi public university named for a slave-owning Confederate general. If you said, "Alcorn," you're right.
One of the fun things about writing this column is never knowing what direction it will take me. This weekend has seen the appearance of a blue moon. Actually a blue moon has nothing to do with the color of the moon.
Sometimes, when driving, I listen to a learn-to-speak-French CD, one of those language programs where you repeat phrases spoken in French. One of the phrases is "Je ne parle pas anglais, je parle American" ("I don't speak English, I speak American.") I smile every time I hear it, for it's certainly true. And then there is the matter of we in the South with our own lingua franca.
Apparently four of the Starkville Board of Aldermen are still convinced they deserve a whopping 33 percent additional pay for the staggering amount of part time work they do for their constituents. If you detect sarcasm in my tone, we're communicating.
There's a saying that politics makes strange bedfellows, meaning people usually at odds sometimes find themselves working together.
When Sandra Bullock, in the 1995 movie "The Net," played a computer nerd whose identity was stolen and replaced by a criminal's identity, I developed a fear of losing my fingerprints. I considered taking my own fingerprints and putting them in a lockbox.
My mother wasn't known for her cooking skills. She made a pretty good casserole or two and had a baked bean recipe that I remember fondly, but at home I lived off of cheese toast and pop tarts starting at an early age.
It's election time and once again sparks are flying.
I had a conversation with my professor and mentor, Berkley Hudson, before I came to Mississippi. Berkley is a journalism professor at the University of Missouri, but he grew up in Columbus and has spent a good part of his academic career on a project centered around this town.
Chances are few motorists breezing along Starkville's Highway 12 notice the Stop & Go Car Wash.
It has been more than 400 years since Polonius, a character in Shakespeare's Hamlet, observed that "brevity is the soul of wit."
The premise to Harper Lee's second novel, "Go Set a Watchman," feels like the set-up of a satire or butt of a joke: Grown-up Scout comes home from New York to find that Atticus has joined the White Citizens Council.
Large green circles surrounded the Prairie house like polka-dots where the circular sprinklers struggled to maintain the lawn.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
After the visitation I went home and made two tomato sandwiches. There seemed something life affirming about eating tomatoes from your own garden in the heat of summer.
Woody Allen is credited with saying "80 percent of life is just showing up."
With Tuesday's release of Harper Lee's long-unpublished "first novel" -- "Go Set A Watchman" -- attention is almost equally divided between this "new" book and Lee's great offering to American literature, "To Kill A Mockingbird."
It strikes me that those who are defending the Confederate flag in the name of their Southern heritage are a little late.
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