I’m not allowed to drive in Memphis anymore. The reason behind this edict is two costly traffic tickets I received in the mail, neither of which I believe were warranted.
It’s always a day of celebration for me – the first time my Harley is awakened from its winter hibernation.
Last weekend I saw Steven Spielberg’s film “Lincoln” for possibly the hundredth time. It has become one of my all-time favorites and part of my greatest fascination with the movie is Thaddeus Stevens – the fiery tongued Republican played by Tommy Lee Jones in the movie.
My friend Scott Boyd, a fellow Southern Miss alum and longtime publisher of the Macon Beacon, has always called them “secret meetings.” I’ve always considered executive sessions government playing politics with the public’s business. And there’s no lack of politic playing in Calhoun County.
Chicago Cub great Ernie Banks always wanted to play two. The weather last Saturday was so wonderful I took in five and two more if you count Friday night.
As the years fly by seemingly faster and faster these days, opportunities to get together with friends become more valuable.
You can’t get more Southern than Mississippi, and no place in the Magnolia State evokes more Southern heritage and culture than the Delta. It is that most uniquely Southern place with a history like no other, and the best source of that history is its newspapers.
Over the past several years we’ve seen the leaders of this state, in words and in action, call for dramatic improvements in our education system.
It’s been a week since the news first broke and it remains incomprehensible to me how anyone could be so motivated, whether by hate or stupidity, if there’s a difference, to throw a noose and an “old style Georgia state flag, that includes the Confederate banner,” around the neck of the statue of James Meredith – the first African-American student to attend Ole Miss.
I remember a time as a small child when I would sit at the kitchen table for hours staring at my plate refusing to eat something because I thought it had onions in it. In my house growing up, you ate what was on your plate or you didn’t leave the dinner table. That resulted in some long nights for yours truly.