I came home Sunday from my second visit to Phoenix, and just like the first, I kept remembering the same thing – Binkley’s.
After recent comments by the board of supervisors about the need to cut spending to avoid a potential tax increase, it seemed logical to take a look at the current budget situation of county departments to see where they stand.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ? Augustine of Hippo
If that is the case, no one can ever accuse me of being a light reader. My Jeep and I have been burning up the road for quite some time now and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I think it was when I saw the large blow-up tunnel go flying by the Bruce Trojans’ field house door like a balloon spitting out its air, that I knew this wasn’t going to be the normal opener to the high school football season.
It’s the sound of pads popping, cheerleaders chattering, the roar of the crowd, the pep of the bands, the screams of the coaches, the screeching whistles, and those lights, those tall, beautiful lights fading into the Friday night sky.
Sometime over the next month we will learn the results of last year’s state testing in each of Calhoun County’s schools. The schools know that information already, but for some reason I can’t explain, the state holds an embargo over the results prohibiting them from releasing them to the public.
I was sitting at a table with Beth and Mike Dunagin, John and Frances Maureen Burt, and Raymona James as we watched Calhoun City native and longtime sports information director for both Delta State and Ole Miss Langston Rogers inducted into the Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame Friday night.
It’s impossible to look through the pictures from the opening weekend of the Neshoba County Fair and not have a giant smile.
It’s mildly embarrassing, incredibly inconvenient, very frustrating, often painful, rapidly advancing and becoming more and more noticeable. So let me just get it out there, get it over with, and admit the harsh reality.
I’m an old fart.
One of the largest Sawmill Festivals, my wife Lisa’s class reunion and a roast of Jimmy Ball created more stories than one could possibly share last weekend.