He was the last passenger to get on the plane. A tall black man in a dark pinstriped suit, elegant white shirt and expensive shoes. His eyes landed on the empty seat beside me. We were on a 6 a.m. flight from Birmingham to Washington D.C.
Often what we consider to be important really isn't that significant, while at the same time events we overlook can be of historic note.
A visit to the visitor's bureau Tuesday evening to meet a few of the contestants in this week's Crappie Masters National Championship confirmed for me one of life's great truths: Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will blow the rent at BassPro.
It was my strangest encounter with nature yet. I walked toward the greenhouse, rounding the compost pile. On the opposite side of the compost I saw about eight inches of a snake.
I recently heard a person comment that the difference between thieves and politicians is that there is honor among thieves. Having spent more than 35 years in politics, I take exception to that comment but I can also understand why sometimes people might think so. It only takes one rotten apple to make a whole bushel basket of otherwise good apples look bad.
This week, I received two photographs of U.S. Ambassador to Libya Christopher Stevens being dragged through the streets of Benghazi, just before he died. He was bruised and bloody, his clothing filthy and torn. They made me horribly sad.
For some time now, we've been hearing that you can't fix what's wrong with our education system by throwing money at it.
Since my son was born a little more than six years ago, my wife and I have had countless angst-ridden discussions on what to do when he reached school age. Public, private, boarding, home -- we've weighed every schooling option. He started kindergarten last month, and, though we are thrilled with his school, the dialogue continues.
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.
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