Thursday evening while paddling on the river, I looked up at the moon and thought of Ansel Adams. Adams, you may know, was a photographer of the American West -- arguably the photographer of the American West -- known for his black-and-white prints that rivaled the grandeur of the landscapes they depicted.
It's interesting how projects and research often end up overlapping.
We all lost something valuable that day. It was just a matter of the degree.
I've been three times to the Ernest Hemingway house in Key West, Florida, hoping with each visit to find some secret to writing short, declarative sentences that resonate with the reading public and sell millions of books.
A couple of weeks ago, a Prairie neighbor, Kathy, said she was passing the Shell Station on the new road while talking on her cell phone when she noticed a banty hen, a real one, standing under the big sign that says "Chix-Fried Chicken."
It's too soon to cue up the wonderful Etta James for a refrain of "At Last," but the U.S. Department of Education has taken a step toward crimping the abuses too many students and all taxpayers have faced at the hands of "colleges" where the priority is profit.
Out of the blue comes an email from Larry Studdard. If you qualify for a senior discount at the picture show, went to high school in the area and paid attention to the sports pages of that time, you need no introduction.
"Why haven't you reported that Colin Kaepernick's actions are due to his radical Muslim beliefs? Why are you covering this up?"
In Noxubee County, east of Brooksville, flows Horse Hunters Creek.
It is easy, often tempting, to ignore the machinations of our state government.
Sometimes it's like other people know something I don't. Like maybe I didn't get the password or learn the secret handshake.
For every person who left this state in search of higher education last fall, more than five from other states enrolled at a Mississippi public university.
Wednesday afternoon, as my grandson and I waited on milkshakes at Jack's, a man walked up and started telling us about his '61 Corvette.
Friday I attended the opening of the Mossy Oak Golf Course. Though not having played golf in years, I have been interested in the Mossy Oak course because it is a links course returning to golf's Scottish heritage. It is an absolutely beautiful course planted with native prairie grasses, and the roughs filled with prairie wild flowers. Except for greens and sand traps, the landscape was basically unaltered.
Saturday, Mississippi State fans were reminded of the memorable words from our Founding Document: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal -- except in football. We're definitely not saying that."
It's alligator season in Mississippi and I have a "large" problem with that.
A down payment on our future.
A soldier stood alone among headstones in a south Arkansas cemetery playing "Taps" on Saturday, while another waited by an American flag-draped casket that sat in front of a mourning family.
As soon as I heard the news, I called Oda. I could tell he was shaken up, and I asked him what happened. Oda told me FBI agents knocked on his door and asked him if he knew where his son Muhammad was.
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