"Have you noticed the yellow butterflies?" he said.
As a group of about 60 men settled into their seats at Sim Scott Community Center on Monday evening, city councilman Kabir Karriem opened the meeting with a stark word portrait of the black community in Columbus -- high crime rates, high unemployment, high drop-out rates, and a high percentage of children born to single teen-aged mothers. They are all symptoms of a community in crisis, Karriem grimly observed.
There has been more than one postmortem written about Starkville Board of Aldermen meetings over the past few weeks. Without question employee-paid insurance has created a division between some residents in our community. It is a cautionary tale that deserves a few more words.
Monday night I attended a "Men of Color" community meeting at Sim Scott Community Center not because white is a color, too, but because I was invited by the organizer of the event, Lowndes County supervisor Leroy Brooks, who felt it proper that the media be included.
Ten-year-old Moriah Carpenter was outside playing with Mikaela, Gabriel and Nate, three of her six siblings, when her hand brushed a tree. Instantly she felt an intense, stinging pain. Her mother, Dawn, soothed the child and doctored the sting as any mother would do.
Among my all time favorite books, movies and television shows is one that transcends all three media. It's M*A*S*H, the classic story of the 4077 Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH) during the Korean War. Many people do not realize the Mississippi ties to the events upon which the original book was based.
Sunday afternoon, a week ago, the idea entered my head I should ride over to Gordo and look in on Glenn House and Kathy Fetters.
And who said government wasn't entertaining. We could have sold tickets to the Starkville Board of Aldermen meeting Tuesday night and probably paid off the Park Commission's budget deficit.
Ronnie Musgrove was more than a little peeved when I asked him how much money he was going to make from his education lawsuit.
Upon further review, the Starkville Board of Aldermen, most of them at least, would like you to know that God doesn't hate gay people; he just hates giving them health insurance.
The calendar says autumn is a week away and golden brown leaves are beginning to fall. Felder Rushing says it is not fall but only drought causing the leaves to flutter. Sam and I talk about the benefits of each season and how fast they pass these days.
When people think of antebellum homes in the South it is generally an image of a large Greek Revival style house that comes to mind.
It was Hemingway, I think, who said the best early training for a writer is an unhappy childhood. While I expect there is some truth to Papa's observation, it is not the training regimen any of us would choose for ourselves or our offspring.
A pleasant Southland breeze brought the unique and imperishable radio calls to Verona's Lee Memorial Cemetery on Wednesday. There, under a maroon-and-white burial-vault cover, Mississippi State radioman Jack Cristil was buried. The service lasted about 20 minutes after the hearse arrived flying a State flag.
The psychology of beauty is undeniable.
Generally, when something in Mississippi attracts the interest of those in other parts of the country, it is not a pleasant thing.
Grass is reclaiming the acres of parking that served what was Mississippi's largest casino complex. One white pickup with a blinking orange light now prowls the vast real estate of Harrah's Tunica -- the only security remaining from 1,000 folks who lost jobs three months ago when Caesar's Entertainment decided to stop losing money at the venue and shut it down.
As the intimacy of candles gives way to the clarity of lightning, the curtain comes down on Tennessee Williams' powerful foray into the secret dimensions of the human heart. This brilliant production of The Glass Menagerie sparks with an intensity rarely found in hometown productions.
Ah, back in the Prairie where the hornworm thrives. After trying to grow tomatoes in the greenhouse where the whiteflies were as thick as thieves, I gave up. I tried every means of extermination and nothing worked. So this year I purchased two large planters with a water reservoir.
The roots of the U.S. Air Force run very deep in the Golden Triangle.