Articles by Birney Imes
Friday evening just after 7, I counted four people using Propst Park. Three of them were teenaged boys sharing two motor scooters. The fourth was
Over the years this newspaper and the communities it serves have benefited from reader letters expressing opinions on local issues. Several of these regular contributors
When I was just out of college, I bought a Volkswagen. I got prices here in town at Hickel Motors and in Tuscaloosa at Bear Bryant Volkswagen. The Tuscaloosa dealership offered $500 more trade-in, so I bought the car there.
The other day I surveyed the photographs, postcards and paintings that clutter my office. Each has its own story.
Initially the plan was to paddle the Noxubee River with its massive cypress, wild hogs and the occasional alligator. We would put in on Lynn Creek Road southwest of Brooksville and go to the landing just below Macon.
This is a story about how an antique Chevy pickup truck and a bakery in Virginia sparked the creation of a coffee house.
On Christmas Day just after noon we eased our kayaks through an inlet covered with large chunks of ice and paddled out into open water.
Had you been in Buenos Aires on Tuesday afternoon, you would have found the entire city delirious with joy.
Four years ago Ronnie Colvin and Charles Clemmons opened a business in a portable building that had been inserted into the bay of a defunct carwash near the intersection of 14th Avenue and 20th Street North.
When he was a boy living on the Gulf Coast, Bill Moss would entertain himself by walking nearby railroad tracks. Those railroad tracks, you might say, provided young Bill with an early art lesson.
It is a common business strategy. When things aren’t going well, you make a course correction. You try something different.
Melvin Cunningham got his first leaf blower in 1990. It was a Homelite from Lowe’s, red and bulky, $79.95 — he still has the price tag.
It’s no secret that Columbus enjoys a rich architectural heritage, one that dates back to the first half of the 19th century. Loop through downtown or cruise the Southside neighborhoods near the river. The evidence is abundant.
A cross the river at the ballpark, they are singing the National Anthem. Here on the Kentucky side of the river, a vaguely familiar rock song is wafting from the riverboat moored nearby. Adding to the cacophony a dozen geese meandering on the water nearby are honking quietly among themselves.
On the drive home Wednesday afternoon after a morning of hiking with friends in William Bankhead National Forest, I happened upon a derelict barbecue joint, which, like so many beauty shops with diverting names (Hair 911, Me and Mrs. Jones, the Hairport), merited a second look.
On a recent weekday morning, 23-year-old Kadee Holmes stood atop The Dispatch’s 70-plus-years-old Goss Urbanite printing press directing a stream of black ink into one of 10 wells that deliver ink to the press’ rollers.
Dewey Petigo says he’s been “scared to death” twice in the 44 years he’s run C&P Printing. First was in 1978 when he and Paul Carpenter left secure jobs in the print shop at Besco to open their business — Petigo would buy out Carpenter five or six years later.
The crew had put their kayaks in the river and were waiting. On this morning we were paddling the Sipsey River near Aliceville, Alabama, from Cotton Bridge Road to Lewiston, about 11 miles.
It is midday on a recent Sunday and Beth and I are sitting in a booth at a Vietnamese restaurant south of Louisville, Kentucky. The restaurant is in a well-worn strip mall near the airport and shares space with a nail salon — a wall separates the two. There is a Marathon quick mart and gas station at one end of the building and at the other, a burger joint with a sign that proclaims, “Here everyday is a weekend.”