We’re at the end of the first quarter of 2010, so we’re having a little pop quiz to see if you’ve been paying attention.
After her Friday morning workout at the Fitness Factor, Pat Wayman came home, put on her work clothes and spent the next five hours clearing underbrush in the woods bordering her backyard. Around 4:30 a friend came over and the two of them went through her beehives.
Roger Miller sings about trailers, be they for sale or rent. Kid Rock reminds us that unlike Ice Cube, he ain't outta Compton but straight outta trailer. And Jimmy Buffet, the son of a son of a sailor, is just glad he doesn't live in a trailer.
It’s worth taking a tour of Mississippi State University’s newly digitized version of “The Papers of Ulysses S. Grant," a chunk of the president’s writings and other Grant-related items now housed there.
Eunice Pruitt has been obsessive about welding since he was 6 years old.
A Titanic clap of thunder jolts me awake with a start. That one must’ve been right on top of us. A second peal a minute later knocks out the power. There’s a moment of darkness before WCBI’s generator kicks on, allowing the building’s sign to throw a little artificial light down Fifth Street.
When Darren Leach was 9 years old his grandmother told him he was going to be a preacher. It took more than three decades — not until 2007 — for Macy Jones’ prophecy to come true.
Whenever something gets torn up, people tend to pay more attention. So it is with Military Road in Columbus.
A recent New York Times article, “Depression’s upside,” explores something known as rumination, the thought process that defines depression. Some people are more prone to rumination — which essentially is stewing over things — than others.
Friday afternoon on the way to meet a friend at the Riverwalk, a poster on a downtown store window caught my eye.
Recent events at Ole Miss make me wonder if someone broke into the marijuana farm and is handing out free samples.
On a recent Thursday afternoon Daylan Hairston stood outside a metal building scrubbing the inside of a car hood balanced on two sawhorses. Hairston, 19, is a senior at Victory Christian Academy, and has the good fortune of already knowing what he wants to do with his life. Daylan plans to work in the auto body shop of Art Johnson, a man who claims Hairston as his “adopted” grandson.
When I picked up a hitchhiker named John last Friday on Highway 82, I never dreamed what a stir he and I would cause in the community.
Flying in a military jet across far northern Canada one night, I encountered as brilliant a display of northern lights, or the aurora borealis, as I had ever seen that provoked both scientific and spiritual thoughts.
Lots of Mississippi school districts are in bad shape — 52 out of 152 are either ranked at risk of failing, or failing, according to the state Department of Education. 37 more are on the bubble. And for John Jordan, that means business is a-boomin’.
On Wednesday in Parkinson Hall on the Mississippi University for Women campus, Jim Hill presented a program called “The Secret Life of Stars”. The next evening in the same building the hip-hop artist Chuck D. offered a rambling discourse on music, politics and popular culture.
I write this with a heavy heart. My normal, optimistic demeanor has been sidetracked by the recent announcement by the Mississippi State Legislature to effectively kill the name change for our University. I am truly hopeful that the Mississippi University for Women will be able to survive as a standalone institution, but I am also realistic… and I know that our name is a tremendous hindrance on our ability to recruit students. The statistics are remarkable.
My drill sergeant comes by to make sure I’m not about to pass out every five minutes or so. It’s obvious to her that other than a couple months’ worth of early morning walks with my sister last year this is my first true workout in well over three years, and I’m struggling.
Late Friday morning I happened to be cruising west on Highway 82 out of Columbus when, on the side of the road, I saw a solitary figure with a bag at his feet and his thumb in the air.
A Facebook friend made the comment today that with the New Orleans Saints' win in the Super Bowl, the name Drew is sure to take off. Expectant moms and dads everywhere will be looking to impart some Drew Brees magic on their offspring.
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