The flooding caused by the recent storms brings to mind high water of past times.
Christmas Eve -- It's early morning and Val, our lost-and-found dog with a bad eye and I are on our way to Noxubee County to spend the morning in the woods.
Most of my family members, including myself, and my friends have their annual physicals during the last two months of the year, the holiday months.
We recently went to Williamsburg and enjoyed the decorations and feel of an 18th century Christmas. It did bring to mind the question of what was Christmas like in early Columbus?
The 1970s were my teen-age years, and so identify the decade as the one I grew up in. Two days before I graduated high school, a far bigger event occurred. That day, May 25, 1977, was the day the original Star Wars opened.
Veering off my usual morning route, instead of Sonic first, for some reason I can't recall, I rounded the corner from South Montgomery to Academy Road here in Starkville and noticed a sign in front of the fire station there. It read "Safe Place."
At a friend's recommendation, I went to hear Natchez native and best-selling author Greg Iles speak at the seventh annual Statehood Day program at the Old Capitol.
Fear and hatred, on a large scale, requires some hard work.
Hillary Clinton doesn't have to wait for Christmas to get her gift. Donald Trump has been her Santa. He's outrageous, so he commands all the ink and air time -- so all her skeletons sit safely in the cupboard.
Michele, a single parent of two, dragged her artificial tree down from the attic. One of the daughters has a new puppy. Of the puppy, Michele said, "I hate that dog."
There is something special about the TV news magazine "CBS Sunday Morning." I have watched it since Charles Kuralt was the anchor. In fact, I still expect to hear his voice when the baroque styled trumpet theme of Abblasen plays the opening notes. Nothing against the current Charles, but he just isn't Kuralt.
Four hundred and seventy-five years ago a ragged army of almost 500 Spanish adventurers, soldiers, horses, war dogs, pigs and some priest, women and free Blacks entered what is now Mississippi near the present site of Columbus. About Dec. 16, 1540, the expedition of Hernando de Soto crossed the Tombigbee River.
On a recent afternoon, the beekeeper Buck Hildreth walked out the back door of his home and down his driveway to a white cabinet near the road that runs in front of his house.
It is well established that the details of family stories have a way of expanding and diminishing as the generations pass them along.
Progress marches on, at an ever increasing rate, and this is creating regulatory confusion in Mississippi as the new challenges the old.
As Election Day approached, Republicans in Mississippi had a collective theme: Look at what we've done for Mississippi, and we've only just begun.
A few years ago, maybe four or five, Shirley and I took to the asphalt. Walking's been a good thing, increasing endorphins, building endurance as we watch seasons change and occasionally solve world problems.
Next Sunday will be a different kind of home tour in Columbus.
Do people talk with each other anymore? Here's an idea: Call and invite someone to lunch, or coffee or for a drink. Both of you agree to put up your "devices." Better yet, invite someone outside your usual circle, someone different, maybe even someone of a different race, different politics or with different views on religion. Amazing what a face-to-face conversation can do for understanding.
I've been a sucker for parades, going back to my childhood.
1. Ask Rufus: By the flow of the inland river LOCAL COLUMNS
2. Possumhaw: The only good snake LOCAL COLUMNS
3. Other editors: We must dispel stigma surrounding skilled jobs NATIONAL COLUMNS
4. Roses and thorns: 4-22-18 ROSES & THORNS
5. Partial to Home: Revisiting Highway 61 LOCAL COLUMNS