Every year thousands of people start non-profits and other charity groups. Most begin with good intentions and idealistic hopes of tackling some endemic problem. And these groups usually make a difference for a year or two, or, at best, a lifetime.
There is nothing quite like the feel on your skin of a spring morning in New Orleans. The air is soft, enveloping, almost aqueous. It caresses. Aromas from the night before waft down pitted streets and between crumbling buildings.
I have heard blues music all my life but paid little attention to it until I was at Ole Miss.
Growing up in Columbus, Marcus Hunter and I dreamed of being professional athletes. I wanted to be the next Michael Jordan and Marcus wanted to be the first professional football and basketball player.
A few weeks back during a two-person staff meeting that included a trip to Kudoz, a local coffee house, I found an answer to the foremost of my beekeeping woes.
Reading news accounts last week brought to mind the many landmarks that Columbus has lost.
Opinions about Supervisor Leroy Brooks are often variations of two views. Many complain that Supervisor Brooks is a polarizing figure who rallies voters in his district with demagoguery. While others praise Supervisor Brooks as a fighter, willing to stand up to the establishment and the injustices of the status quo.
Karen Overstreet recently took a trip to Kenya through a local non-profit foundation. She has written a three part feature on her trip and provided us with these photos.
The other day I got a call from Sandra Boone complaining about the delivery of her mother's paper. "She loves her paper, been reading it for years," Boone told me. She went on to say that her mother is an amputee and her previous carrier had put the paper under a weight on her wheelchair railing on the back porch. Sandra added that her mother was a retired beautician.
What began as an afternoon of horseback riding and a glass of wine on the front porch, ended in an invitation to an adventure of a lifetime, a journey that was both joyful and heartbreaking, both life-giving and incredibly draining.
Nov. 2, 1909, was to be a red letter day for Columbus. President William H. Taft was coming to town. He was to be accompanied by his Secretary of War, Hon. J. M. Dickinson, a Columbus native. (A few years later, Crawford native T. W. Gregory served as Woodrow Wilson's Attorney General.)
The Limuru Children's Center, the primary focus of Global Connections, is home to 42 orphans. By our standards the facility is substandard, but when I went into town and other places, I realized how upscale Limuru is by comparison. The Center, a residential facility for elementary school age children, is open during the day for preschool children.
Civil War reenactment bands are noted for their playing of period music. Bands recreating Southern units are always thought of as playing Dixie and The Bonnie Blue Flag but the popular music of the South was much more varied.
A frequent question is; "why are there so many crooked streets in Columbus?" Columbus architect and historian Sam Kaye has studied the physical development of Columbus and has the answer.
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