The news lately has been filled with events and stories that strike fear into the hearts of the traveling public.
Friday night I was asked to tell stories at a "lock-in" for the West Point Episcopal Church's youth group. I was reminded of how, with all the interest in Facebook, Twitter and other forms of social media, the passing down of oral traditions from generation to generation by story tellers is being lost.
Veterans Day is the day set aside to honor the men and women who have served and are serving our county.
Last week it was announced that the City Of Columbus was purchasing the Gilmer Inn in downtown Columbus.
A week ago I had the pleasure of meeting some folks from out of town who were just passing through.
I have been enjoying taking photographs at the butterfly garden on the Columbus Riverwalk. While the main attractions are the butterflies, hummingbirds and the beauty of the flowers, there is another story within the garden.
I have often written about the many people who have lived in the Columbus, Starkville, West Point area and left their footprints across history or the arts.
A couple of months ago Berkley Hudson, an old friend, was in town and called. He wanted to get together and walk through Columbus' Friendship Cemetery exchanging stories of the people buried there.
The U.S. Air Force has turned 68 but its roots in the Golden Triangle run much deeper.
Lately I have been enjoying taking photographs of hummingbirds and butterflies at the butterfly garden on the Riverwalk.
Karen and I went to Rosenzweig arts Center Thursday night for the opening of Frances Hairston's watercolor exhibit "Prairie Images: The Way I See It."
Columbus will never be the same again.
Last week I spoke about the history of Columbus to a large group of sixth graders at Heritage Academy. It's always interesting to see what questions are on the minds of young people.
Recently, I traveled with some other members of the Black Belt Blues Foundation to the B.B. King Museum in Indianola and the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale.
One of the fun things about writing this column is never knowing what direction it will take me. This weekend has seen the appearance of a blue moon. Actually a blue moon has nothing to do with the color of the moon.
It's election time and once again sparks are flying.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
One of the fun things about historical research is getting side tracked.
Once again the question of Mississippi's flag has reared an ugly head.
Almost 475 years ago Hernando de Soto's Spanish expedition arrived in what is now the Columbus, Starkville and West Point, Mississippi area, exploring the land and encountering the Chickasaw.
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