Articles by Birney Imes
Partial to Home: Passing the torch
Had to go out and buy some honey this past week. After living for years with jars of it stashed in every corner of the house, it felt a bit strange.
Birney Imes: Dancing the Knights away
During his 20-plus years as a school teacher Ezra Baker led a double life.
Partial to Home: On the road with The Pre-Dawn Five
Craddock Boyd is in a talkative mood this afternoon.
His friend Ray McIntyre has brought over a box of Popeyes chicken, and they’ve just finished lunch.
Partial to Home: Year ends on a pungent note
We should be grateful for new experiences, right? After all, they enrich our lives. Broaden us.
Partial to Home: From the milk barn to the OR
A couple months ago when I complained about a pinched nerve to a friend who is a retired doctor, he urged me to see Kenny Edwards. “He’s from Crawford,” my friend added as an afterthought.
Partial to Home: Connecting us all
Two years ago as he was beginning a canoe trip that would crisscross America, Neal Moore called a friend, a fellow paddler, who lives on the Hudson River just above New York City. He wanted to know the best time of year to arrive in New York by canoe.
Partial to Home: Cornbread and buttermilk
Joe untied Sunshine and led her to the gate of the holding pen. As he did so, I walked over to a table and put my hands on the sides of a stainless steel pail half full of milk.
Partial to Home: Walter and Vincent
Just as the ghost of William Faulkner looms large over Oxford, so does that of Walter Anderson here. And, as Faulkner’s legacy has been embraced and, to a degree monetized, by his hometown, such is the case with Anderson.
Partial to Home: Under the full beaver moon
It’s a funny thing, one day you’re reading an email on your laptop about an outing on the Mississippi River to view the full beaver moon, and four days later you’re standing around a campfire with a group of people, half of whom you didn’t know two hours earlier, on an island in that river watching that moon ascend into the evening sky.
Partial to Home: A quiet evening on a placid lake
My most enduring memory of Lake Lowndes is a camping trip there during my brief tenure as a Boy Scout. It must have been before weather forecasting was commonly available. Maybe someone mistakenly assumed we were prepared.
Partial to Home: Greens and cornbread
Each time I’ve talked on the phone with my friend HD these past few weeks, he’s made an offer in the form of a warning.
Partial to Home: Near misses
On a recent weekday morning, driving north on Seventh Street, I sped up as I approached Main Street. The usual interminably red stoplight at that intersection was green.
Partial to Home: Aunt Sophia’s special sauce
Asked to describe our Southside neighborhood, one of the first words I’d reach for is eclectic.
Partial to Home: Over the moon about this pup
On Friday, two days before Valentine’s Day, Laura Goolsby Vernon got a call from a friend about a puppy.
Partial to Home: ‘Just one thing’
Who would have ever thought playing a video game, taking a cold shower and standing on one leg are pathways to better health.
Partial to Home: Riparian perils
An old friend, he of retirement age, has taken up kayaking. He has embraced the sport with the zeal a teenager might have for a cell phone or Facebook account.
Partial to Home: Confronting an old ghost in Pittsburgh
When I was a kid it wasn’t uncommon to see the scores of World Series games as the top headline in this newspaper.
Partial to Home: Sardines in Central Park
Recently I’ve been thinking about a grandfather I never knew. Birney Imes, Sr. died in 1948, in the decade before I was born. I know
Partial to Home: Undecided about the vaccine? Look at the statistics
On the fence about getting the COVID vaccine?
