The other evening I was asked by friends to join a dinner with Bertram Hayes-Davis, the great-grandson of Jefferson Davis. Naturally, a fascinating conversation about history ensued.
On March 1 Louie Little left Germantown, Tenn., on a bicycle pulling a trailer filled with musical equipment and a Jack Russell terrier named Sprocket.
Her name is Maggie and she is my oldest. She got her name from the street of her first home in Atlanta; Margaret Mitchell Drive. She is as independent and cantankerous as can be and has been accused of being just like me which all in all is OK with me.
February was a big month for me. On Feb. 3, I became a grandfather. Lily Elaine Smith weighed just four-pounds, four-ounces. She came three weeks early. If she were a fish, we probably would have released her.
Two years ago, citizens of the great state of Indiana had every reason to believe that Richard Lugar, their U.S. senator for 36 years, would be re-elected. But an ambush took place in the primary. The veteran Republican went down in flames. What happened?
Last week a magnolia flag was posted on a Columbus Facebook page with a question about its history. Several people commented on what an attractive flag it was but knew nothing about it. What is the Magnolia Flag?
The first time we met I was mesmerized by the whiteness of his hair and the blueness of his eyes. The corners of his eyes drifted into tiny lines that caused his eyes to sparkle, though no more so than his smile.
As the state budget works its way through the Legislature, the news is not good for Mississippi taxpayers. As things stand, we risk losing our best teachers and state workers, all the while giving hundreds of millions of dollars in tax breaks to everyone from shopping centers to multi-state corporations.
Not everyday do you run up on someone who has crawled into a bear's den, roused its hibernating inhabitant, jabbed him with a sharp stick ... and lived to tell about it. Craig Jamison is one such person, and if you were among the 800 or so folks at the wild game dinner at Fairview Baptist Thursday night, you heard his story.
I have discovered the world of MSU college baseball. It took a spur of the moment trip to the ballpark last season, and I was at least partially hooked. I confess I had never even been to Dudy Noble Field until the latter part of the season last year.
I am starting to suffer from social media overload. Admittedly, I am a gizmo geek. But the proliferation of multiple social media platforms is becoming hard for even a geek to handle.
Some people never learn. Three days after the pastor of a small Kentucky church died from a rattlesnake bite during a church service, church members mourned his passing by, you guessed it, going to church and handling rattlesnakes.
It didn't come up this time, perhaps because attention quickly shifted to the suspects. But it's a question that has been asked before and will be asked again. It's not a bad question.
It's strange how in five minutes you may experience an event that, at least on some level, changes your life. It happened not a mile from the house.
On those warm, rainy days and nights in February when the temperature suddenly drops 30 or 40 degrees and a wintry blast comes roaring out of the Delta, I think of the Eliza Battle.
During our semi-regular phone conversations, my brother, Fred, always starts the conversation with the same question: "What is your book going to be about?" I always respond, "Oh, I don't know" and move on to some other topic.
"I hate government" is an oft-repeated refrain. We hear it more and more as Washington becomes ever more dysfunctional. It is sad to hear because I really don't believe it's government people hate, it's the politicians who are the source of the unrequited anger and frustration.
When the U.S. economy was imploding in 2008, federal officials decided which car companies, which investment firms would be given infusions of taxpayer cash and which would be allowed to go belly-up.
Dressed in all our outdoor gear, we watched a bird soar over the sage field and lake. "It's a small hawk or maybe an owl. The head looks like an owl," Sam said.
As Jeff Shepherd was pulling out of the parking lot of Columbus Inn and Suites Friday, he stopped his red Ford F-150, rolled down the window and shook his head. "You better be careful what you ask for," he said. "I told Lou Anne I wanted a red-hot Valentine, and I got this."
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2. Lynn Spruill: Maggie's journey LOCAL COLUMNS
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4. Kathleen Parker: The new SAT don't care 'bout no fancy words NATIONAL COLUMNS
5. Birney Imes: On the road with Louie and Sprocket LOCAL COLUMNS