Burglaries, larceny, robberies, violent crime - we read about it every day. Our media is full of the images and sounds of society ills. It is the lead story daily. It has often been said, “If it bleeds, it leads.” Crime is always on the top of everyone’s concerns and is often the topic of community debate.
One of the best concerts I've ever been to was on April 22, 1992, at the amphitheater on Mississippi State's campus. It was the Allman Brothers Band with Blues Traveler, and it was incredible. I even have “bootleg” cassettes of that show (if anybody has upgraded this show to digital, I'd be glad to provide a couple of blank CDs . . .).
Teachers throughout the Golden Triangle, United Way Pacesetters, Kabir Karriem, Charlie Box and Bill Gavin, Starkville Rotary Club
When I was about nine or 10, my uncle Duff Pilkinton, who was a dispatcher on the Columbus and Greenville Railroad, would pick me up at my grandmother’s in Artesia and take me into Columbus.
What happened to Rob Hardy’s book review column? I always enjoyed his very informative and well-written columns. I especially loved the fact that he donated each book to the public library so we could easily find the books he mentioned. I now have to read him on-line. You would do us a greater service by putting him in print again.
A Ward 5 meeting was held last week. All the seats were taken and several people standing. Our police chief and several other police officers were there to give talks and answer questions about crime in Columbus. The briefings were a little long for those who had to stand but were informative and worth the time and effort. Many questions were answered and good advice given on some uncertainties about crime in our city. Everyone was given a chance to ask questions.
Friday afternoon Raymond Griggs sits on an empty five-gallon lacquer thinner can under twin 100-year-old red oaks. The trees shade a corner of the Quonset hut where he has refinished and repaired antique furniture for more than a quarter of a century.
I’ve always wondered where the real Air Force lives.
Last Thursday I was so excited that I almost could not work! It was one of my “deposit” days at the junkyard and I can only hope that I got it right – in this day and age we need every dollar to count. Well, anyway, like I said, I was so excited because I was going to get to take my grandson, Coleman, to the uptown fire station to see the firemen and their fire trucks. My other half, Mike, had arranged with Ken Moore, the Fire Chief, to let us give Cole a first-hand look at one of the finer things about Columbus. We had to be there at 6:30 in the afternoon – I did not want to interfere with the firemen’s supper hour.
With the economy struggling especially the housing industry why do Realtors choose to charge 7 percent to sell ones home.
I never truly knew the color green until I moved to Mississippi.
I want to shine some light on the workers that most of us take for granted. You know, the policemen, the postal workers, the security guards, doctors, nurses; we all see these people daily and admire them and their profession. They provide protection, care for the ill, deliver babies and bring our mail. We really love these services.
My uncle has a lake on his land near Canton, stocked with bass and bluegill; he loves to fish, and my kids, in turn, are learning to love it too.
A funny thing happened during church one night: We were invited to participate in karaoke, with the promise that everyone who sings gets a free shot of whatever liquor they want.
Dear Commercial Dispatch Readers, Recently, some of you might have received a letter from our circulation department. The correspondence was a result of a misunderstanding on our part about The Commercial Dispatch’s plans to expand into the Starkville market.
We are writing to you to enlist your support and participation in an effort that we believe is vital to the future welfare of many defenseless animals in Lowndes County.
Under the strange and very curious heading of "Major League Baseball,” The Commercial Dispatch has seen fit to publish a story entitled " Mattingly's son arraigned after spitting on mom" about the 24-year-old son of former major league player Don Mattingly.
As a rule, I try to get going on this column by Friday night. I can sleep easier knowing it’s at least underway. This past Friday, though, I succumbed to the siren call of a rented movie and went to bed without having written a word.
Given the abundance of national news about health care reform, Mississippians may have failed to notice Governor Barbour’s “reform” in their own backyard. He vetoed $7 million that the state would normally provide to community mental health centers to match federal Medicaid funds.
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