"The Gulf Coast is lovely this time of year, and besides, we need to support the people down there whom the oil gusher has affected."
One night a couple weeks ago we were awakened at 3:30 in the morning by a clatter from the back porch.
Surely I can't be the only person amazed by the opposition to Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 "relating to unlawfully present aliens." However, the opposition itself is one thing; the expressed reasons for it are quite another. What is really going on here?
Nicola Marschall was a Prussian born portrait painter whose works included portraits of Abraham Lincoln, Jefferson Davis, Otto Von Bismarck and many other notable figures of the mid to late 1800s.
Let's look at the way the Internet has changed the way we communicate with each other.
The Tennessee Williams Home and Welcome Center at the corner of Main and Third streets -- and much of the block it sits on -- is abuzz with activity. Tuesday, a platoon of workers was laying the foundation for the new condominiums and office building behind the welcome center. The new building, which is being constructed by local developer Mark Castleberry, will have the Columbus Convention and Visitors Bureau as a downstairs tenant.
"Ma'am I'd like to up my weight by a few pounds. That's the weight I was when I got my learner's permit. I've been meaning to change it for about 40 years, but I'm just now getting around to it."
Tommy Nettles' Southside home with its white picket fence and parlor with antique dining table, family portraits and overstuffed bookshelves reaching to the ceiling could have been a set in the movie, "To Kill a Mockingbird."
We're in the doldrums. The Independence Day weekend is behind us. Most of us, if we were even planning to take a vacation, have gone and come back.
The square foot garden is coming along fine. I ate the five strawberries, 15 beans and one squash produced thus far; Sam said he'd stick with Cheerios. Something got to the lettuce before I did, but if zinnias and leafy cosmos were edible the Bardwells would have a cornucopia accented with one humongous sunflower.
Picnics and food have long been associated with the celebration of the Fourth of July. What food is popular, though, has changed with the times. A 1902 suggestion for foods to be served on a summer picnic included "cold pigeon pie" and "jellied veal."
We pulled in to the Kohl's store parking lot in Roswell, Ga., Saturday at 5:20 a.m. It was still dark.
The good news: Admiral Ackbar, the fish-faced "Star Wars" character who was a campus favorite for Ole Miss' new mascot, isn't on the ballot.
If anyone can restore harmony to The W's fragmented, disaffected and, in some cases, embattled community, it is this former student, faculty member and administrator.
This Friday and Saturday, I will be attending a newspaper conference in Tunica. One item of discussion will be whether or not newspaper websites should install paywalls on their websites.
I don't have a crystal ball, but I know where I may very well die one day: In the intersection of College Street and Fifth Street South.
In the heat you can smell the honey and beeswax 10 feet from the hive. As our grandparents did in summers past, the bees escape the swelter by clustering outside on what is equivalent to their front porch. There and on the sides of the hive boxes they will remain making their low hum throughout the night. If the morning is cool, they will have retreated back inside by the time I return with my coffee.
As her friends and cousins are well into their summer break, it's a sad day, as Kyla declares, "June will be summer!" (I don't have the heart to remind her it's already June; she's one of only about 674 kids still in school full time around here.)
In the past several weeks, I have driven a police car with sirens blaring, was shot twice (with toy cap bullets), conquered a lifelong fear and shot a fully automatic assault rifle (with real bullets).