Of the 174 members of the Legislature, I wonder just how many of them ever drove just a few miles South of the Capitol at Jackson to actually visit the Whitfield State Hospital for the mentally ill.
Omar is having trouble with his bees; they're not producing honey. This according to Rashita, the woman who manages the inn where I am staying.
As much as I give well-deserved but unmitigated grief to members of the Starkville Board of Aldermen, in the interest of fairness, I must also give a thumbs up to them for their support of a game-changing move for the city's future.
Now that youth league baseball and softball have started, an old, predictable debate again emerges about the purpose of youth sports and what it says about modern society.
'Tis the season for creeping vines waiting to bring forth untold misery to the gentle gardener.
A woman in our group wonders aloud if the birds were singing when the air was filled with ash. I walk over to the fence and balance my recorder on the rusting strands of barbed wire.
There are arguably two examples of successful economic development park projects in Starkville.
Although there are some movies that capture the essence of what it means to be a newspaper journalist, no film has managed to capture the day-to-day reality of the job.
Robin handed me the book "The Happiness Project," and like a moth to a flame I was drawn to the subtitle, "Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun." The book is by Gretchen Rubin.
I pretty regularly get buttonholed about things the city is doing (or not doing); like I have some influence over it.
They are not the same. Never have been. One is truth-centered. The other is not.
Driving west over the Tombigbee Bridge and exiting north onto Plymouth Access Road leads to a trail of wildflowers not to be believed.
A couple of days ago I was trying to decide what to write about in today's column when I received an email from Peter Imes asking if I had seen the new book on the Geology of Mississippi.
Occasionally I am reminded of my level of ignorance and naivete'.
I commend our state Legislature for several things: Finally ending the election of school supervisors, balancing the budget, expanding charter schools, and repealing the franchise tax.
In 1980, a silly movie, "Airplane," was released. In one scene a passenger loses her composure. The other passengers line up. Each one more aggressively tries to slap her back to her senses.
Bless their hearts. They did the best they could. After taking care of themselves, political promises, and lobbyists, there just wasn't much Republican legislators, with their new super-majority in the House and Senate, could do to take care of Mississippi's real needs.
Sam power-washed the back porch along with the Adirondack chairs. I beat the rugs and fluffed the cushions.
I have written several times about the expedition of Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto's travels through our area 475 years ago and his encounters with the Chickasaws and other Indian nations.
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