This weekend is the spectacular air show at Columbus Air Force Base. Several people have asked about how long an air base has been here. The answer surprised most people, as Columbus Air Force Base was not the first pilot training base in the area.
I've logged quite a few hours in aircraft over the past 24 hours, but unfortunately I didn't earn any frequent flyer miles.
The Columbus City Council recently nixed a proposed code of ethics.
If you are not one of the 400,000,000-plus people who have a Facebook account you should know that Facebook is a free website that can quickly connect you to virtually anyone you've ever met.
So what are we gonna call this thing?
Frances Hairston's great grandmother, Anna, moved to Yazoo City from Germany during the Civil War. No doubt it was an inopportune time and certainly it was an unlikely place, but the young girl was intrigued by stories told by visiting relatives who owned a store in the Delta town. Somehow Anna managed to convince her parents the move was a good idea.
If you’ve had your ear to the grapevine over the past couple years, you’d think Columbus could be featured on an episode of “Gangland.”
Flying large Air Force cargo jets provides a marvelous tour of diverse cities world-wide. I found few as I expected them to be.
The other night, my mother in law, who has a genius for distilling a complex issue into its essence, said as she was polishing off her daily Dispatch crossword, “Columbus has too many people finding fault with it instead of finding good.”
The response – and lack of – to the recent fatal shooting at a Columbus nightclub is not only disturbing but also indicative of the city's propensity to sometimes be its own worst enemy.
It’s too outdated to handle traffic. It has been derided as a bridge to nowhere — or at least nowhere that anyone wants to go. Some wonder why we shouldn’t just knock it down, rather than fix it up.
First during deer season and now during turkey season radio talk shows and hunters are all discussing black panthers and if they are really found in Mississippi. Naturalists all agree that the black panther is not to be found in North America. However, Mississippi is within the traditional range of the Florida panther and within the last two years a deer feeder’s game camera recorded a night photo of a panther in central Louisiana.
“No attempt at jokes today. A . . . slim, tall, bashful, smiling American boy is somewhere over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, where no lone human being has ever ventured before. . . . If he is lost it will be the most universally regretted loss we ever had.” —Will Rogers
For decades, management types have been warned to avoid a “silo” mentality in their businesses — imagine those tall Midwestern grain silos, which hold everything in and keep everything else out. Simply put, people tend to cluster within their own area, or their own department, inside a business. As the thinking goes, while individual departments within the same business might look similar, they don’t communicate — they’re trapped within their own silo. So, good ideas don’t spread and the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing. The business doesn’t innovate, or grow.
This week marks the 98th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic and there is a little known Columbus link. Dr John D. Richards grew up in Columbus, went to medical school and then moved to New York City around the turn of the century. In New York he became prominent as a physician, a polo player and a trainer of polo ponies.
Every week or so Ed Phillips hosts a wild game feast at his shop on Old West Point Road for a group of men that include lawyers, businessmen, tradesmen, landed gentry and the occasional ne’er-do-well.
Here we are, halfway through Confederate Heritage Month, and I didn’t even realize it was going on — that is, until the fracas over governor’s proclamations in Virginia and Mississippi.
The other day over a late lunch I asked my friend Amos C. his thoughts on the city hall dustup between Mayor Robert Smith and Councilman Kabir Karriem.
Someone once told me, “Getting married isn’t for the faint of heart.”
Of all Mother Nature’s gifts to mankind proffered to apologize for a long and miserable winter, none in Columbus catches my attention as stringently as wisteria.