If you watch politics closely and study the candidates with care, you walk through the entrance to the polling station with eagerness to cast your vote. Yet, even before marking the first ballot, a voter confronts the head-scratching dilemma of deciding which primary ballot to pick up. There are two tables, but you can only go to one.
You are expected to have a phone on your person at all times; if not a phone, then you should have an answering machine or caller ID. If you miss a call, people get mad. If you don't call them back, they get mad. Sometimes you're not home; you're working, in the garden, in the bathroom, simply not available.
I read in Wednesday's Dispatch the Postal Service was considering closing the downtown Columbus post office. Beside the practical inconvenience, such a move would vacate a building on the National Register of Historic Places and end a 191-year stretch for the Main Street staple.
For the past two months a lot of people have spent a lot of time, energy and money trying to convince you to give them a four-year job. On Tuesday, they'll find out how convincing they've been.
Speculation has been rife in recent weeks over what manner of tax increase will be required for the city schools' budget. The lack of information coming from the district's central office has fueled a growing sense of unease.
The recent phone hacking scandal in the U.K. has so far resulted in multiple resignations, arrests and the closure of a 168-year-old newspaper.
The recent controversy about police chief St. John has awaken the ghosts of April Fool's Day 2010. On that day, Mayor Smith and Councilman Karriem got into a physical altercation at city hall. Chief St. John is presently accused of missing an administrative hearing because he had been allegedly drinking.
If Columbus Police Chief Joe St. John was struggling with any self-esteem issues, they were vanquished Tuesday evening at the city's Municipal Complex.
If elections for mayor were held today and Police Chief Joe St. John was a candidate, I wouldn't want to be in the race. The crazy upshot of the chief's latest misstep seems to be a spike in his popularity.
The fast approaching Congressional Debt Ceiling deadline is playing out as a slow motion train wreck, one that has perhaps a fair chance of becoming a full blown economic train wreck. While there is blame on both political parties, I am again aghast at the current methods of the Republican Party I spent 30 years within.
Over the last 40 years, hip-hop music has been at the center of the debate over the influence of music on society. Critics argue that hip-hop has corroded American culture, that its glorification of misbehavior and female promiscuity promoted perverse morals in young people.
Shortly after 7, Saturday morning Pat Burwell was hoisting the second of two Gilmer brothers watermelons into the back of her husband's pickup. "One for us and one for the chickens," she laughed. Husband Brooke confirmed it from the other side of the truck. "Our dog eats the rinds," he added. "Loves them."
On Tuesday, July 12th at 6 p.m., Starkville will host a town hall meeting to present a preliminary concept for meeting our public facility needs. I am writing to encourage full public participation at this important event.
Women are probably the most under-represented demographic of voters in Mississippi. On a state level, Mississippi has never had a female governor, U.S. Representative or U.S. Senator. Hattiesburg's Evelyn Gandy, who was elected lieutenant governor in 1975 and made two runs for governor, is as close as any women has come to being elected to the state's top office.
Wednesday, I fielded a call from an upset reader. He accused the paper of trying to keep black people out of significant local leadership positions and cited its "attacks" on Columbus schools' Interim Superintendent Martha Liddell as the latest attempt to support the "good old Southern Mississippi white boys trying to maintain a position of leadership."
On a recent Friday afternoon while buying a watermelon at a fruit stand across the street from United Deli on Gardner Boulevard, I met a man who told me something about my father I never knew. The man now owns a golf course, but he came to know my father when he was a teenager working as a carhop at a place across the river called The Coffee Cup.
The early history of barbecue sauce is as cloudy as the sauce itself.
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