If you frequented the McDonald's on Highway 45 as I did with our kids in the mid-80s, chances are you would have seen there a tall, stooped man with a spectacularly wrinkled shirt and a twisted necktie drinking coffee.
I was really glad to hear Will's voice when he called at about six p.m. this evening. It was about 8 a.m. in Tokyo, and he was still at his desk in the Price Waterhouse Cooper Building in the "Government District" in central Tokyo.
Recently, both houses of the Mississippi legislature passed bills requiring school districts to either teach abstinence-only sex education or abstinence-plus. Teaching students about contraceptives has long been controversial in Mississippi.
Turkey season will soon open, and hunters wearing the latest camo while carrying their favorite turkey calls will venture into the woods. The tradition of turkey hunting in the Tombigbee Valley goes back to the early Native Americans who were here even before the Historic Period Choctaws and Chickasaws.
When Betty Gore first told me I needed to write a column about March being developmental disability month, I was skeptical. But then there were allegations of disruptive conduct at Columbus High last week that highlighted to me the importance of developmental disability awareness month.
Often when I visit a new place or meet a stranger, I think of my Mormon father. James Parkinson and I may not look like father and son, but Parky, as I refer to him, has had an important impact on my life, an impact that started when he became the first white man to join the 100 Black Men of Columbus.
Larry Feeney is downsizing. The semi-retired MUW art professor, like an increasing number of widowed and single people in their 60s and 70s, is shedding the accumulated detritus of a lifetime and moving into a smaller, more manageable place.
Recently Columbus lost a very good friend. After a long fight with health problems, Philip Meador passed away in California.
It began Wednesday evening, snowflakes coming down like in a Christmas movie. By the time I headed for home at 7, the streets were empty and white.
Omar Ballard inspires me every time I see him. His presence personifies the benefits of hard work and discipline, the perseverance of the human spirit, and the potential for greatness in our city.
It was a glorious sun filled day with beautiful flowers covering a wide plain. Among the few trees was a giant centuries old Red Oak that overshadowed an immense area. For ages the great oak had defied all storms. However, though it had survived many centuries unscathed, it still had not accomplished the purpose for which the Great Spirit had planted it.
Friday, at the end of an afternoon of weeding and rearranging flower beds, Linda Spearling went inside her house and warmed her hands over a wood stove.
Since college, people from Texas have fascinated me.
Ever since Eve was forced to vacate the Garden of Eden and give up her wardrobe of leaves, the question of what to wear has been foremost on women's minds.
I had my first day of rehearsal with the Starkville/MSU community band on Monday. As a disclosure in my own defense, picking up a clarinet after six years is not like riding a bike.
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