I just got back from an incredible weekend in Meridian. Go Green Meridian, a chapter of Gaining Ground.
On the heels of a quiet, cold winter, the Prairie house became a whirl of activity. It's good to enjoy those quiet winter days; they don't last long. Our visiting turkey hunters set out early and came in late, thus we rarely saw our guests. I caught up with my brother, Skip Shelton, coming in at the late hour of 9 p.m. His eyes looked bleary. "You can't run on a few hours of sleep," I said.
From its founding, the United States has provided for mail delivery across the country.
On a recent Saturday about 40 beekeepers stood in the twilight on a cement pad outside a metal farm building in south Noxubee County.
As of the last formal census of 2010, Starkville has a population of 23,888. The most recent figure from 2012 is an official estimate of 24,360. So, in the past two years we have grown by roughly 472 people. If we project that rate of growth over the next eight years by 2020 we should have about 26,248 as our population base.
Mississippi, my adopted home state, place that I love, is reverting to its old ways, which many of us who live here had believed and hoped to be in the distant past.
Section 1 of the Mississippi Religious Freedom Restoration Act, signed into law last week, is to calm the masses -- those who believe the gay agenda in America needs to be sent a message.
Saturday a ghastly thing happened at the Prairie house. While Sam was gone fishing I discovered a mouse clinging to the Big Tom sticky trap. I have vowed time and time again not to use those cruel traps, however successful they are.
The past two weeks I have been helping with the Columbus Pilgrimage. I had not intended on doing so, but Nancy Carpenter of the Columbus Convention and Visitors Bureau called and said they were short-handed and could I help with tour groups. Before I realized it, I was telling stories about Columbus to multiple tour groups on the double-decker bus.
Sounds like a cool little novel title like Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone or maybe Nancy Drew and the Crooked Banister. Though Bricklee Miller may not have the financial impact that J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter does, or the international name recognition of Nancy Drew, she definitely has the magic touch for the Golden Triangle.
What is it about Columbus kids and bomb threats? This morning, for the ninth time since the school year started, school was disrupted while school and law enforcement investigated yet another bomb threat, this one at Stokes-Beard Elementary School.
In 2013, the Legislature passed a measure creating a "cultural retail attraction" incentive to reimburse developers of outlet malls for up to 30 percent of construction costs.
Alone at the bar, I stared at three bites of hamburger and six or so french fries. Could I finish?
Child playing baseball breaks his leg. Mom needs a pacemaker. Dad has had a stroke and is on his way to the emergency room. Even the most conservative of conservatives won't say these people must have money or insurance -- or be turned away at the hospital door.
The Wall Street Journal headlined "A Delicious Prescription: Chefs and doctors are teaming up to create health food you might actually crave." Inheriting the "clipper" gene from our mother, my brother and I trade clipped newspaper articles, his from national newspapers on food, birds, nature and mine from the local sports pages on the Mississippi State Bulldogs.
This is a ballgame weekend. Professional baseball has just cranked up, basketball's Final Four started Saturday and college baseball is in full swing. But long forgotten is the story of how what may have been America's first professional ball team assemble at Columbus in 1829.
Monday morning, the news came of the sudden, stunning death of Mike Ritter. He had entered the hospital for surgery to repair a heart problem and died before the procedure could be performed. Mike, a brilliant editorial cartoonist, was 48 years old. These kinds of deaths, including the sudden passing of Columbus Police Department investigator Don English at age 58, are a not-so-subtle reminder of my own mortality. I am 54.
I confess that I do not understand littering. It is inconceivable to me that anyone thinks that it is quite acceptable to leave their garbage behind in locations that are clearly not garbage sites, such as parking lots, streets, sidewalks, and any other areas not intended to be a resting place for garbage.
Speaking before the Rotary Club of Jackson recently, Gov. Bryant addressed the issue of special tax incentives to lure big manufacturers to Mississippi.
It's spring -- plants and animals going nuts. Songbirds' hormones increase with day length, and most of the noise you hear is coming from males intent on finding a mate. In these parts a lot of that singing is from that storied species, the mockingbird.
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