And who said government wasn't entertaining. We could have sold tickets to the Starkville Board of Aldermen meeting Tuesday night and probably paid off the Park Commission's budget deficit.
Ronnie Musgrove was more than a little peeved when I asked him how much money he was going to make from his education lawsuit.
Upon further review, the Starkville Board of Aldermen, most of them at least, would like you to know that God doesn't hate gay people; he just hates giving them health insurance.
The calendar says autumn is a week away and golden brown leaves are beginning to fall. Felder Rushing says it is not fall but only drought causing the leaves to flutter. Sam and I talk about the benefits of each season and how fast they pass these days.
When people think of antebellum homes in the South it is generally an image of a large Greek Revival style house that comes to mind.
It was Hemingway, I think, who said the best early training for a writer is an unhappy childhood. While I expect there is some truth to Papa's observation, it is not the training regimen any of us would choose for ourselves or our offspring.
A pleasant Southland breeze brought the unique and imperishable radio calls to Verona's Lee Memorial Cemetery on Wednesday. There, under a maroon-and-white burial-vault cover, Mississippi State radioman Jack Cristil was buried. The service lasted about 20 minutes after the hearse arrived flying a State flag.
The psychology of beauty is undeniable.
Generally, when something in Mississippi attracts the interest of those in other parts of the country, it is not a pleasant thing.
Grass is reclaiming the acres of parking that served what was Mississippi's largest casino complex. One white pickup with a blinking orange light now prowls the vast real estate of Harrah's Tunica -- the only security remaining from 1,000 folks who lost jobs three months ago when Caesar's Entertainment decided to stop losing money at the venue and shut it down.
As the intimacy of candles gives way to the clarity of lightning, the curtain comes down on Tennessee Williams' powerful foray into the secret dimensions of the human heart. This brilliant production of The Glass Menagerie sparks with an intensity rarely found in hometown productions.
Ah, back in the Prairie where the hornworm thrives. After trying to grow tomatoes in the greenhouse where the whiteflies were as thick as thieves, I gave up. I tried every means of extermination and nothing worked. So this year I purchased two large planters with a water reservoir.
The roots of the U.S. Air Force run very deep in the Golden Triangle.
My taste buds love hot peppers, but the rest of me really likes the increased use of peppers as ornamentals.
By a rough estimate, the crowd that assembled Saturday afternoon at the Columbus-Lowndes Humane Society reached around 200 and featured all shapes, sizes, breeds, pedigrees and dispositions.
It has come and gone and for most it was just an opportunity to have an extra day off to hit the sales racks or grill out.
In these troubling times, it is a comfort to remember that here in Mississippi our elected officials are looking out for us. If you are inclined to doubt this, you need only look to this weekend for evidence of that.
For a full quarter-century now, the Annie E. Casey Foundation has issued news releases calling Mississippi the absolute worst or almost the absolute worst place to be a child in America.
Monday, black and white citizens of West Point gathered at First Baptist Church to pray for Ralph Weems IV, who was badly beaten in the parking lot of the Huddle House restaurant in the early-morning hours of Aug. 24.
The ladies and I were sitting in the sunroom as each of us was asked to name something we were thankful for. I said, "Today I saw a butterfly."
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