A friend showed me an email she received from her daughter. Her daughter is a full-time college student and has a full-time job at an attorney's firm. The email said that the attorney had called the office workers together and said, "Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better and it is going to happen soon."
Are you tired of all the politicians and their inane rhetoric yet? Well, I hope not, because there is much more to come. Still, it is difficult not to be disgusted.
Thursday afternoon at Emerson School in Starkville, I walked into a room full of statistics. And if the folks in charge had taken role, I imagine it would have gone something like this: Poverty? Here!
Last night just as we sat down to eat Sam pointed and said, "Three deer just stepped out from the trees."
By Friday night I still had not decided what would be the subject of my column today. So for inspiration Karen and I walked down to the Stella Shouting Contest. It was a lot of fun, but not particularly inspirational for a history column.
My friends began to call me "Mr. Ecology." I got the message quick.
In the deep ditches beside the road are several large green balls. They look like bowling balls in a gutter lane of a bowling alley.
The Civil War and its aftermath brought hard economic times to Columbus, but by the 1870s businesses were beginning to rebound. There were still economic setbacks, like the failed Memphis, Holly Springs, Okolona and Selma Railroad that was promoted by Nathan Bedford Forrest and attracted many Columbus investors.
Stan Murray spoke Thursday at the weekly meeting of The Exchange Club of Columbus. At 59, he maintains the lean, athletic build of the college athlete he once was -- he played football at Mississippi State in the early 1970s.
Morning brought a cotton tail bunny. He didn't stay long but hopped away into a thicket while, nearby, a green heron perched on the dock.
Exploring almost-forgotten country graveyards, reading inscriptions on tombstones and wondering about the lives of the people whose remains lie under them is not everyone's idea of how best to spend a summer afternoon.
Several people have asked why the south end of Market Street does a dog-leg at the Columbus Light and Water Department building. This question resulted in an interesting discussion with Sam Kaye about the development of the city's street grid.
It is an ageless truth: You often don't realize the value of something until you lose it. I suppose that is why I am particularly sensitive to the recent trend for Voter ID laws in some states.
High school football started this week, and I found myself thinking about my own experience playing high school football. It has been 36 years since I last wore the Gold and Blue of the Tupelo Golden Wave. Somehow, they have managed to press on without me.
Wrens have been flying in and out of the airplane plant, the airplane plant Nick Hairston gave me. It's a "pass-along" plant, having belonged to Nick's mother. I like the easy airplane plant because it makes me feel successful. I've made eight more plants from the mother plant.
We often hear about music that was popular during times of national crisis. There is the big band music of World War II, the hard times music of Woodie Guthrie during the Great Depression and the haunting melodies of the Civil War. The War of 1812 brought us the Star Spangled Banner and the Revolutionary War yielded Yankee Doodle.
Across the back porch scooted a carpenter ant. You have to wonder how they navigate because they stop, turn left, turn right, back up and then file forward again. Carpenter ants are plentiful right now. Sometimes, if I'm feeling so inclined, I get up and step on them. From the road I look like I'm doing the porch Watusi.
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