At noon Wednesday, a half hour into a student sit-in on the front steps of Lee Hall, a small group of reporters were led through a side entrance and up to the fourth floor of the beautifully-renovated old building where the office of Mississippi State University President Dr. Mark Keenum is located.
I have an ongoing argument with a family member who claims that since the invention of the Internet, libraries have become obsolete.
We do not know its name or even its gender, yet for the past two weeks the biggest celebrity in these parts has been a red-tailed boa constrictor that somehow escaped from its Starkville home on March 18.
This is what I'd like to know. I'd like to know how many times Gov. Phil Bryant, or any of his blind legislative followers, have been blocked from praying to their God, or attending the church of their choice, or reading their Bible, or going on a mission trip, by a person of another race, ethnicity, or sexual orientation.
Our prairie grass grew tall, until Sam retrieved his 1994 Dixon lawnmower from the shed. All across the Prairie lawnmowers and tractors with bush hogs came to life.
How much courage does it take to do nothing? Seriously.
Spring has arrived in all its floral glory and it is time to again ponder that traditional Southern libation, the Mint Julep.
Mississippi has some of the worst laws in the nation on solar energy. That's too bad because solar is becoming competitive and Mississippi has lots of sunshine.
After this week in Mississippi I have been desperately seeking something positive to offset the legislature and the Governor's collective decision on HB 1523.
Looking across the Tenn-Tom Waterway from the West Bank, we saw young men playing basketball. Farther down a small boy twirled a smaller girl on a swing. Sam and I reminisced about when we'd twirl ourselves dizzy and tumble to the ground while everyone fell out laughing.
Let's try screenwriting:
I don't remember much about the day I became a United States citizen. Most likely, I was preoccupied with other things, like the concept of light, for example. My parents made a big deal of it, though. There was a little announcement published in the newspaper a few days later.
Late Friday afternoon, an old friend from New Mexico called, and I stayed too long on the phone. I'd scheduled an interview at 4:30 with a tomato grower of some repute, who lives near Caledonia. I was running late.
Under the cherry blossoms that hang on the bough, a woman and a man are taking a long walk. Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders are full of bottled up feelings for this conversation about their future together.
Today is April Fool's Day. Perhaps by coincidence, it is also the first day of "Confederate Heritage Month" in Mississippi.
In an effort to stay more informed, I have started listening to the audio version of the Economist magazine on my iPad while getting ready for work.
Nine years ago, during Delbert Hosemann's first campaign for Mississippi Secretary of State, the only thing that stuck with most Mississippians outside of Hosemann's hometown of Vicksburg was his unusual name.
It's hard for journalists (or citizens for that matter) to overcome the bad attitudes often on display by officious officials who inhabit many Mississippi "service" offices. Seriously.
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