WASHINGTON -- One thing we've learned since the Republican primary season began: There's an awful lot of pious baloney out there.
During the Great Depression, my father toiled in a box factory. The workers were all flat broke, he recalled, and desperate for every nickel. But when overtime hours appeared, the men made sure they went to a guy with kids. The laborers were obeying the unwritten and unenforceable "humanity clause," whereby one gives up some personal gain in deference to another's screaming need.
Growing up, class reunions appeared to be a big deal. People would plan them for months; people would travel great distances to attend, and everyone would dress up and reflect on high school. It almost seemed like a school dance for adults.
Friday afternoon around 1:30 a friend and I stood in the middle of the intersection of Seventh Avenue North and 15th Street. We had just finished fried chicken plate lunches at Helen's, and were enjoying being out in the warm sunshine. As we talked, two brick masons worked on new crosswalks at the intersection.
The St. Stephen's Trace is a little-known but very historic road that once ran from John Pitchlynn's residence at the present site of the John Stennis (Columbus) Lock and Dam to St. Stephen's, which is about 50 miles north of Mobile.
Phil Callaway announced his New Year's resolution, "I think I'll start out by going around the house tightening jars. That way my wife will need me all year." In a funny way, Phil wants to be needed.
After being robbed last week, I went through the five stages of grief. First, I was too shocked to believe it. As I stared at the spot where my TV usually hung and the place where my X-Box 360 usually rested, I kept expecting the items to reappear.
While it may be a little early to be thinking about resolutions for 2012, it's past time we consider the relationship between cell phones and driving.
This will be a different Christmas. For one, the traditional 20-foot tree will become a ghost of Christmas past. Each year we have trekked over hill and dell, through the mud and briars, to find the perfect tree. The tree was hoisted over barbed-wire fences, through a ditch or two and tugged onto the brush trailer.
OXFORD -- A problem for Gov.-elect Phil Bryant is this: If the federal government adopts his self-professed "tight-fisted" fiscal style, Mississippi will go belly up. In an instant.
During a recent conversation with a friend about the Columbus Visitors' Bureau, an idea for a new project for the CVB came to us. The discussion started because we, like many, have been surprised by the numerous controversies surrounding the CVB this year.
Popping the top of the cooler, Sam showed off a mess of nice size crappie. Sam counts the number that he keeps and I count the number of fillets they will make. With his haul, he had something else, mahogany colored nuts; some still in a soft puffy shell.
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