Articles by Birney Imes
Birney Imes: Offensive to some, fashionable to others
Saturday morning around 10:30 15-year-old Tyrone “Mojo” Tillman happened to be crossing the railroad tracks on 10th Avenue North on the way to his sister’s
Birney Imes: The Chickenman and his dogs
George Coleman Jr. grew up hunting quail. His father, George Sr., worked for Johnson Tombigbee Furniture, and at times Junior would hunt with the sons of his father’s boss, Reau and Scott Berry.
Birney Imes: Spring, moonshine and other matters
Is there anywhere more glorious than Mississippi in the springtime? Suddenly it’s here. If you doubt it — and even if you don’t — drive
Birney Imes: Chocolate chip pancakes and homemade sausage
On the day when much of the world was in a lather over social media behemoth Facebook going public, 800 people gathered for a pancake supper in Noxubee County.
Birney Imes: Lost art
Friday afternoon around 1:30 a friend and I stood in the middle of the intersection of Seventh Avenue North and 15th Street. We had just finished fried chicken plate lunches at Helen’s, and were enjoying being out in the warm sunshine. As we talked, two brick masons worked on new crosswalks at the intersection.
Birney Imes: Cars and cell phones
While it may be a little early to be thinking about resolutions for 2012, it’s past time we consider the relationship between cell phones and driving.
Prospective MUW president says university’s mission should expand, not change
“This institution is not going to close. This institution is not going to merge,” Dr. James Borsig told a group of civic leaders about Mississippi University for Women this morning.
Borsig, the preferred choice to be the next president of MUW, spoke those words at a breakfast meeting, the first of a gauntlet of campus gatherings he will attend today.
Birney Imes: Life under the big top
The only thing missing from Tuesday night’s Columbus City Council meeting was the girl in sequins with the elephants.
Birney Imes: The Hitching Lot Saturday morning
Gwen Gouveia’s earliest childhood memories are of light bulbs darkened with shoe polish, lowered green window shades and the cold dampness of the dirt floor of a bomb shelter. Gouveia — the name is Portuguese — was 15 months old and in her high chair when the Japanese surprised her hometown on that Sunday morning in 1941.
Democracy in plain view
On the second floor of the Lowndes courthouse, there is a room where on election night candidates gather with their family and supporters, media and political junkies to watch returns as they come in.
Birney Imes: In Rita’s kitchen
If Rita Jones ever invites you for dinner, don’t even bother checking your calendar; just say yes. In a minute I’ll tell you why.
Birney Imes: Tripping the light fantastic in the world of magazines
Chances are if you’ve ever heard or seen a news story about some development in the magazine world, you’ve heard the voice of Samir Husni. And if you work in that field, it’s almost certain you know of Mr. Magazine, as he calls himself.
