I was pretty confident Alwyn H. Luckey had picked the wrong audience for what he was proposing. Luckey, an attorney from Ocean Springs who is intimately involved in the legal proceedings that resulted from the BP oil spill, had a fascinating story to tell.
Sam started his list of "honey-dos" and was soon dangling on the roof of the greenhouse. "Stay right there," I hollered; I ran to the house, leaving him hanging.
There is an ornamental shrub often used in our region for landscaping that is much more than just another ornamental. Its name is Ilex vomitoria, but it is better known as Yaupon Holly.
I find myself a solitary footnote of a figure in Mississippi State football history. Apparently, I was the only MSU student in 1980 who was not in the stadium on that momentous day in Jackson when State upset No. 1 Alabama, 6 to 3.
Outside the window it was raining leaves. From the kitchen window the leaves of the black cherry tree looked red, but up close they were the colors of leaping flames, red, yellow and orange. I gathered leaves and returned to the kitchen.
The first structure built in Columbus was a log house erected in the late fall of 1817, but it was not until December 1819 that the new settlement was officially recognized as a town. In the Tombigbee River Valley 1818, the year that was in between, was a transitional year.
It was a March afternoon in 2007. I was sitting in my bunk at Durango Jail, reading a year-old copy of TIME Magazine the crack staff of the Maricopa County Jail system had provided for the reading pleasure of the inmates they had stacked like cordwood into Building 4, A Pod.
Some would call it The Mississippi Paradox. One the one hand, we say we want the federal government off our backs, yet on the other we say want more dollars coming to Mississippi from Washington. The presidential election will dramatically have an effect on both these statements.
Hanging between the cedar post and the gardenia bush is the web of a garden spider.
In Sunday's Dispatch, reporter Sarah Fowler tackled a problem that has reached epidemic proportions in Mississippi -- teenage sex.
Last year Carole found out she had a mass. Carole is one of those people who does everything right. She eats right, exercises and gets annual mammograms. So when the doctor said he saw something suspicious, Carole wasn't worried. If it was cancer it had to be small. Right?
He was the last passenger to get on the plane. A tall black man in a dark pinstriped suit, elegant white shirt and expensive shoes. His eyes landed on the empty seat beside me. We were on a 6 a.m. flight from Birmingham to Washington D.C.
Often what we consider to be important really isn't that significant, while at the same time events we overlook can be of historic note.
A visit to the visitor's bureau Tuesday evening to meet a few of the contestants in this week's Crappie Masters National Championship confirmed for me one of life's great truths: Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will blow the rent at BassPro.
It was my strangest encounter with nature yet. I walked toward the greenhouse, rounding the compost pile. On the opposite side of the compost I saw about eight inches of a snake.
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