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.
Nothing will get you laughed out of a barbershop quicker in Columbus than suggesting parents should think twice before beating their children. I discovered this several months ago when I tried this argument with my longtime barber, Bobby Jordan.
Sam and I invited a friend, his wife and their grandson for an afternoon on the river. The young man suited up in his life jacket. He donned his new reflective shades purchased moments before at the Shell station. All was going well as we launched the boat at Charles Younger Landing, until it was time to board.
People have asked what is the difference between a swamp, a slue and a bayou. To be precise, not much.
Thursday afternoon a friend from childhood rode with me to the West Point Farmers' Market. He's a journalism professor in a highly respected program at a school in the Midwest and was back in Mississippi to attend the 100th-year celebration at Ole Miss of The Daily Mississippian, a paper he edited while in college.
The comments after articles on The Commercial Dispatch website sometimes feel like a virtual battlefield. Anonymous commentators hide in the bunkers, waiting to fire bullets about topics like the CVB or the public schools.
Take away family, friends and candidates and you might have had a handful of people at Thursday's political forum put on by the Columbus-Lowndes Voters League. Why there weren't more folks there, I haven't a clue.
The move is decidedly Mississippian, done in a Mississippi way: Boxes and belongings lashed to the back of a borrowed pickup snaking down two-lane highways, passing Una and Egypt and Okolona, dodging slow-moving tractors and roadkill.
A May vacation to Spain via military space-available transportation presented two revelations I had not anticipated or sought. I thought relaxation and sightseeing would be my most stringent tasks, yet events impinged.
Scrolling through the homepage for my Facebook account this morning, a post by Judge Nicole Clinkscales caught my attention.
Each year the U.S. Air Force gathers its best and brightest mid-level officers and sends them to Maxwell Air Force Base in Montgomery, AL., for what is called War College. There for 10 months these future military leaders, most of whom are seasoned warriors, turn their attention from suicide bombers, laser-guided missiles and helicopter rescues to matters of policy.
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