For some reason I got my bowl game dates mixed up and had us playing on New Year's Eve instead of the 30th.
Through the years and in all parts of the state, untrustworthy funeral merchants have taken the money and run.
Probably the most common postcard of a steamboat on the Tombigbee River is a view of the Steamer Ouachita.
New Year's Day -- Late morning as I was driving up College Street on my way to the grocery store, I switched on the radio and The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra was playing "On the Beautiful Blue Danube" by Johann Strauss. I thought of my father.
It is that time of year again. Most of us have eaten and spent more than we should. And now what do we do about it? Why, we make a New Year's resolution, of course. There is something appealing about that line between an ending and a new beginning. There is hope and the possibility of better things. If 2015 wasn't your best year, look at the new year as a new opportunity.
Setting aside the few years Mississippi turned in its membership card, a pretty significant birthday is upcoming.
I was making a gingerbread man, a ginger-Trump-man, using candy orange slices for the infamous hair, all the while trying to figure out why a smart friend the night before had said what everyone and his brother keeps declaring with conviction: The Donald is sure to lose steam any day now.
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.
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