Sometimes it is interesting to see just how much the world has changed over the years but then some things really don't change all that much.
Starkville and Oktibbeha County seem to have difficulty with plaques and historical markers. Oktibbeha County has been struggling with the Unity Park designations so long the blue tarps covering the markers have faded.
The presents had been opened and the grown-ups were sitting around talking in the easy afterglow of a Christmas morning. An uncle was absorbed by a modern-day version of a Tinkertoy set and an aunt was helping a niece come to grips with a pair of sparkly gloves that can freeze people. A couple of us stepped outside with one of the kids, who wanted to show off the scooter Santa had brought.
I am not as familiar with Santa Claus as most people, for he was a sporadic visitor to my home during my incorrigible childhood.
While Sam watched the MSU girls' basketball game, I wandered through thoughts of Christmases past settling comfortably on Saint Nicholas.
Forget about Santa Claus.
It is the Christmas season and many people will soon be traveling "home" to spend Christmas with family and childhood friends.
While dining out with friends Friday evening, the husband let it be known he would like to have a Corvette. We're about the same age, well past the mid-life crisis marker. It's not a crisis if it's something you've always wanted, I suppose.
For those who have had some biblical background, the tower of Babel is a well-known account in Genesis about the efforts of man to construct a tower tall enough to reach heaven.
I know what Mississippi teachers want for Christmas.
Tess and I finished decorating the Christmas tree early Saturday evening. We turned the lights out and examined our handiwork, with only the colored lights on the tree illuminating the den, and pronounced it a success.
Tom had a hard day at work. After supper he spent a few hours watching TV before bed. Two hours later Tom heard the sound of frogs bellowing in the night; the sound got louder and louder, filling the room. A light bounced off the ceiling while Tom dreamt giant amphibians leaped across his bed in the moonlight.
I never know what in a column may touch a chord that generates a lot of unexpected interest.
While I was visiting a friend the other day, he made a point of showing me his ad valorem tax bill for 2014 and insisted I read it, especially the amount allocated to the Columbus public school system. "Look at this," he said, "over half of what I'm charged is for the schools, and what do I get for my money?"
Recently this paper ran a story with a picture that was, to say the least, disturbing and arresting in its portrayal of human cruelty.
Mississippi Gov. Phil Bryant will be the speaker at Friday's commencement exercises at Mississippi University for Women.
At a reception held at the Rosenzweig Arts Center during the most recent Decorative Arts Forum I could hardly tear myself away from the table where a huge bowl was stacked with twisted strips of brown sugar bacon.
Across the street there was a girl sitting on the stoop. Her legs were bare; she was eating an apple. I smiled and she smiled back.
It's December and time for my annual barbecue column.
If Kendall Graveman's baseball career continues its present trajectory, he's going to turn at least one cliche on its ear. Nice guys can do just fine in the Majors, thank you.
1. Slimantics: Mullen raises the bar of expectations LOCAL COLUMNS
3. Voice of the people: Debbie Wilkins Whitfield LETTERS TO THE EDITOR (VOICE@CDISPATCH.COM)
4. Froma Harrop: Open Internet survives weird politics NATIONAL COLUMNS