To put it bluntly, “Lincoln,” Steven Spielberg’s latest movie, is one of the best films I’ve seen in years.
Compiling the list of the top stories of the past year is always a fascinating project, reminding me of just how fast a year seems to fly by at this stage of my life.
I stepped over the broken steps, on to the rickety porch and pulled open the screeching screen door. I could hear the loud clicks of the locks on the other side of the old wooden door being unlatched.
Last Wednesday I traveled down to Jackson to meet longtime friend Jim Prince, publisher of the newspapers in Philadelphia and Madison and current president of the Mississippi Press Association (MPA). We attended a reception at the governor’s mansion hosted each year for the media.
You can see most anything in Calhoun parades, from deer driving cars to an alderman flipping his horse
Parade season in Calhoun County always offers a unique experience. The annual “Redneck Christmas Parade” in Big Creek quickly comes to mind.
The Egg Bowl had everything I could have wanted – great friends and plenty to eat and drink in the Grove, the atmosphere of big-time college football, an intensity I could taste on the sideline that only an in-state rivalry can produce, a thrilling game for at least three quarters, and a very happy wife when I arrived home.
If you can get beyond all the vitriol spewing from the most die-hard of Ole Miss and Mississippi State fans, you can appreciate the Egg Bowl rivalry for what it is – purely Mississippi.
What we call “Veterans Day,” was originally called Armistice Day. It celebrated the end of World War I, when the guns finally went silent across the Western Front on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918.
The emotion was genuine last Friday night as Coach Tim Melton addressed the Calhoun Academy Cougars in the middle of the field at Pearl High School.
I love watching the leaves slowly fall to the ground and the beautiful scene of how they cover every inch of my backyard like a colorful, thick, blanket. But it’s no fun come spring when you’re knee-deep in leaves and they all have to be vanquished.