Do you feel like you're being watched? If you were strolling down the Riverwalk in the evening hours over the past three weeks, you probably were.
My mother and I spent our first night in Mississippi, in May 2008, at Shadowlawn, the antebellum home and bed and breakfast on College Street. The only Mississippians I knew were Shadowlawn's owners, Burnette and Nono Avakian. When we asked about the couple, we learned they'd met at an antiques auction.
Monday afternoon I felt like Harry Dean Stanton in the movie "Paris, Texas."
Someone contacted me a few weeks ago with concerns that an employee's web browser history listed several websites that were not work related.
Earlier this year I taught a beginner-level class on social media through MUW's Department of Continuing Education. Though he has been involved in the development of modern computers and was teaching a computer history class through the same program, Claude Simpson enrolled in my class for an update on Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.
Over the past few weeks, we've been exploring the various ways the Internet has changed our daily lives.
Recently there have been several television programs on the Underground Railroad. That was the network established in antebellum times to help escaping slaves make their way to freedom.
The other day someone was talking about the proposed Highway 45 Bypass and how it might not be the great thing everyone seems to think it will be.
On Tuesday, the Columbus Police Department will be sponsoring our Annual National Night Out on Crime Block Parties.
A family member describes Robert Warren Triplett Jr. as a loving father, who would never do anything to hurt Kaila Morris, whom he treated like his own daughter.
Maybe we picked the wrong time to start all these smoking bans. Tobacco's on a roll.
Friday afternoon while waiting on traffic at the intersection of Military Road and Highway 12 John Lancaster takes a call on his cell phone. It's just after 4 o'clock, and, depending on whose thermometer you're looking at, the air outside is triple-digit hot.
Two groups have been waiting for Matterhorn, subtitled, "a novel of the Vietnam War," by Karl Marlantes. Veterans of that war are much the more important group, waiting to see if a novel could convey the nonsense of that war, its nonsense, given its constraints on their military power and its stress on body counts rather than territorial objectives -- and convey a realistic reckoning with their suffering and loyalty.
"The Gulf Coast is lovely this time of year, and besides, we need to support the people down there whom the oil gusher has affected."
One night a couple weeks ago we were awakened at 3:30 in the morning by a clatter from the back porch.
Surely I can't be the only person amazed by the opposition to Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 "relating to unlawfully present aliens." However, the opposition itself is one thing; the expressed reasons for it are quite another. What is really going on here?
Nicola Marschall was a Prussian born portrait painter whose works included portraits of Abraham Lincoln, Jefferson Davis, Otto Von Bismarck and many other notable figures of the mid to late 1800s.
Let's look at the way the Internet has changed the way we communicate with each other.
The Tennessee Williams Home and Welcome Center at the corner of Main and Third streets -- and much of the block it sits on -- is abuzz with activity. Tuesday, a platoon of workers was laying the foundation for the new condominiums and office building behind the welcome center. The new building, which is being constructed by local developer Mark Castleberry, will have the Columbus Convention and Visitors Bureau as a downstairs tenant.
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