August is always a hot one, but this one ... days upon days of "feels like" 100 degrees. A walk through the grass is like stepping on cornflakes; the blades of grass are drawn up slim as needles.
Recently, I traveled with some other members of the Black Belt Blues Foundation to the B.B. King Museum in Indianola and the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale.
Charlie Slayton had just come home with Chinese take-out for his wife when I got him on the phone Wednesday evening. A few days earlier, Charlie, a high school classmate, had emailed a suggestion on how to rid a house of fleas. "I was told that taking a walnut branch and dragging it through the house and yard will repel fleas," wrote Charlie. "Something about walnuts they can't stand."
Our most recent election has more than a few of us scratching our heads and musing about what in the world happened on the democratic side of the governor's race.
Ole Miss Athletics Director Ross Bjork visited town Tuesday to talk to the Columbus Rotary Club.
Sometimes the news of the day touches on the deep roots of our national story, and anniversaries of milestone moments cause us to reflect again on our history
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.
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