I went to the doctor the other day and it got me thinking about the French medical plan. Why the French plan? Because I've been living in France for 28 years, and enjoying the benefits of their medical system.
I pointed my fishing pole toward Sam. "Look!" As we faced each other in the fishing boat, he quickly looked behind him. "What?" "My pole!" There between us was my new fishing pole with a good two feet dangling off the end. "You scared me," he said, "I thought you saw a snake or an alligator. We'll go back and get your old one."
Naturalist Pat Arinder's talk on the archeological history of local Indian culture presented at the Plymouth Bluff Center last Sunday brought back several quandaries I have pondered.
The Oktibbeha County Board of Supervisors moved briskly through the early portion of Monday's meeting, eager to get to the public comment portion of the agenda. Monday's meeting drew a crowd of about 60 spectators and the atmosphere of the board room was charged with emotion over the possible sale of Oktibbeha County Hospital. So, naturally, the first two citizens to speak talked about...roads.
Robert Boudreau during his stay here has said a lot of nice things about Columbus. The other night the founder and director of the American Wind Symphony Orchestra called the town a Brigadoon. It sounded complimentary, but until I went home and Googled it, I couldn't be sure.
In Thursday's paper, the Dispatch reported that Jill Savely had been hired as the new principal at Columbus High School. The story dutifully noted her professional background -- seven years as assistant principal and two years as a biology teacher at CHS and the fact that she was the district's 2009 administrator of the year.
In Wednesday's edition, the Dispatch reported about the Columbus Municipal School District's rejection of a $175,000 bid from Point of Grace Church for the Lee Middle School property and, yes, I know precisely what you were thinking: "This bunch could mess up a two-car funeral."
Picking up one tomato, I slid the blade of the Pampered Chef knife easily across its rosy skin. The tomato yielded four thick slices. The tomato plants in the greenhouse are producing an ice cream-bucket full every other day.
I knew it was time to stop writing a weekly column when writing one about stopping became easier to write. Over the last year or so, writing this column has been a significant part of my life. It's pushed me to think about Columbus. It's encouraged me to meet new people and allowed me to share my thoughts with strangers. It's also kept me up late many a Tuesday night.
There were a few awkward moments during Monday's Columbus Municipal School District Board of Trustees meeting. Most of them involved Jason Spears, who is in his first year as a board member.
Shoving the can of "whitefish pate" into the trap, I closed the door. Sam came outside, "You're not going to use a whole can are you?" "Yes, I am," I answered, "I want to be sure to get him." I was trapping again; this time a feral cat. I can't even count the number of feral cats that have shown up at the Prairie house. I'm thinking it's because of our regular feeding habit. At the Bardwell's, the cats and everybody else get a regular feeding, including snacks.
If the nursery or nursing business ever stalls out for Debbie Lawrence and Kim Rushing, they can take their show on the road. Both are natural comedians, who share a passion for an irresistible and timeless subject: chickens.
It certainly seems that the entirety of the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth was thrilled to celebrate their Queen's Diamond Jubilee this week. Elizabeth II has "ruled" her realm for sixty years. Great Britain honored the occasion with enough pomp to last another 60 years.
"Can you take the ducks in?" "Well, what are neighbors for if they can't take the ducks in?"
New York City, May 31 -- The park is quiet at this hour. It's one of those brilliant Manhattan mornings -- clear, cool and breezy. The world feels as though it was recreated overnight and in this city of endless possibilities, the possibilities this day seem endless.
In pilot training 42 years ago I made a mistake that haunts me still. As a solo student I rolled out on a visual final in my T-38 and quickly knew something was terribly wrong.
Author Ann Voskamp posted on her blog that she worries about her children. She and her Dutch heritage husband raised them on their farm. They thought they'd grow up to be farmers, but with the economy, she says, they'll have to get fields of their own. She asks her husband, "Did we do wrong raising them like this? Should we move?"
I've never been to the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC. I've gotten near it several times on the Mall but have never had the strength to venture in. There are emotions I've locked securely inside me that I fear will erupt if I actually enter. I may eventually go, but alone, so no one I know will see me fall apart, Starship Trooper on his knees sobbing into his hands. So many names, so many dead, and for what?
There's no mistaking the indigo bunting, his sleek small body and that screaming teal color.
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