I don't remember much about the day I became a United States citizen. Most likely, I was preoccupied with other things, like the concept of light, for example. My parents made a big deal of it, though. There was a little announcement published in the newspaper a few days later.
Late Friday afternoon, an old friend from New Mexico called, and I stayed too long on the phone. I'd scheduled an interview at 4:30 with a tomato grower of some repute, who lives near Caledonia. I was running late.
Under the cherry blossoms that hang on the bough, a woman and a man are taking a long walk. Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders are full of bottled up feelings for this conversation about their future together.
Today is April Fool's Day. Perhaps by coincidence, it is also the first day of "Confederate Heritage Month" in Mississippi.
In an effort to stay more informed, I have started listening to the audio version of the Economist magazine on my iPad while getting ready for work.
Nine years ago, during Delbert Hosemann's first campaign for Mississippi Secretary of State, the only thing that stuck with most Mississippians outside of Hosemann's hometown of Vicksburg was his unusual name.
It's hard for journalists (or citizens for that matter) to overcome the bad attitudes often on display by officious officials who inhabit many Mississippi "service" offices. Seriously.
The South Side Historic District in Columbus is a real gem. It provides a place where in a less than an hour walk you are carried through almost 200 years of architectural history.
One afternoon last week I walked into the house to find our grandson helping Beth develop a personal emoji. You know, those little icons that go with emails and text messages to communicate emotion: happiness, sadness, anger, surprise.
There is no scenario in which a teenager having an unintended baby is a good thing.
The carpenter bees are out, as are the bee traps. Already we've captured a half-a-dozen or so bees. The kittens are mesmerized, watching bees buzz around, tumbling on top of each other.
Eighty-five million years ago, sharks swam where Gardner Boulevard is now. Carnivorous raptors roamed nearby beaches. Ten-foot-long crocodiles thrashed about.
Along the east-facing crest of Pleasant Ridge and the 800 block of Sixth Avenue North in Columbus is one unbelievable neighborhood.
Today, Mississippi State will play host to the first and second rounds of the NCAA Women's Basketball Tournament, which prompted a curious reader to call and ask for an explanation.
After three years of watching the Starkville Board of Aldermen, I should be immune to surprises.
After pacing the floor of my living room, clutching and reading an article by Mr. Rufus Ward in which he paints a vivid picture of the Southern hospitality visited upon the German prisoners of war interned in the camps at Aliceville, Alabama, during World War II, I thought, "Come, come, now Mr. Ward. Why not paint the whole picture, warts and all?"
I'm still taken with the Tiny House concept and author Dee Williams who listed all her personal belongings on one yellow legal-size sheet of paper.
On Jan. 1, 1935, The Dispatch introduced a new daily feature on Page 1. Outside of the newspaper's masthead, it is probably the only thing in The Dispatch that hasn't changed over the intervening 80-plus years.
1. Slimantics: Restaurant tax is Jeff Smith's albatross LOCAL COLUMNS
2. Our View: What is wrong with studying mass shootings? DISPATCH EDITORIALS
4. Jiben Roy: For so many things I am grateful but ... LOCAL COLUMNS