Sometimes I wonder what the neighbors might think, but not much. I needed Sam quick while he was mowing the dam on the other side of the lake, so I ran to the house and grabbed two guns, a .22 and a .30-06.
After months of endless debate, newspaper stories, partisan bickering and lawsuits, the United States District Courts were suppose to resolve the redistricting battle for the 2011 elections.
Since the 1970s America has doubled its per capita education spending yet gained no increase in standardized test scores.
I've been thinking about writing a cookbook called "Cheater Cooking." The idea came to me when I was explaining to the girl at the Shell station why I wanted six chicken nuggets.
What is that noise outside?, Several days ago I heard a constant background hum in the distance but couldn't figure out what it was.
I felt like a stray dog sniffing empty streets on a walk through Southside early this morning. A flattened turtle just down the street from (supervisor) Jeff Smith's mother's house I did not sniff. Nor did I the remains of a chicken dinner in styrofoam the ants were polishing off on Eighth, just this side of the tracks.
Last Thursday and Friday, LeShawn Orr, Nadia Dale, and Shakia Sullivan, young employees of Columbus High, coordinated an event focused on the cultural challenges facing high school students.
On June 15, 1919, The Columbus Dispatch reported that Capt. Sam Kaye had arrived home from France; "Decorated with the Distinguished Service Cross, bestowed on him by his own government for bravery in action, and with the Croix de Guerre, bestowed by the French government for exceptional prowess in the air."
Every year thousands of people start non-profits and other charity groups. Most begin with good intentions and idealistic hopes of tackling some endemic problem. And these groups usually make a difference for a year or two, or, at best, a lifetime.
There is nothing quite like the feel on your skin of a spring morning in New Orleans. The air is soft, enveloping, almost aqueous. It caresses. Aromas from the night before waft down pitted streets and between crumbling buildings.
I have heard blues music all my life but paid little attention to it until I was at Ole Miss.
Growing up in Columbus, Marcus Hunter and I dreamed of being professional athletes. I wanted to be the next Michael Jordan and Marcus wanted to be the first professional football and basketball player.
A few weeks back during a two-person staff meeting that included a trip to Kudoz, a local coffee house, I found an answer to the foremost of my beekeeping woes.
Reading news accounts last week brought to mind the many landmarks that Columbus has lost.
Opinions about Supervisor Leroy Brooks are often variations of two views. Many complain that Supervisor Brooks is a polarizing figure who rallies voters in his district with demagoguery. While others praise Supervisor Brooks as a fighter, willing to stand up to the establishment and the injustices of the status quo.
Karen Overstreet recently took a trip to Kenya through a local non-profit foundation. She has written a three part feature on her trip and provided us with these photos.
The other day I got a call from Sandra Boone complaining about the delivery of her mother's paper. "She loves her paper, been reading it for years," Boone told me. She went on to say that her mother is an amputee and her previous carrier had put the paper under a weight on her wheelchair railing on the back porch. Sandra added that her mother was a retired beautician.
What began as an afternoon of horseback riding and a glass of wine on the front porch, ended in an invitation to an adventure of a lifetime, a journey that was both joyful and heartbreaking, both life-giving and incredibly draining.
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