I’m still dreaming of a white Christmas. I’ve haven’t experienced one in my many years. Maybe a few flakes here or there or a light dusting, but nothing snowman worthy.
A couple of notes that came in with subscription renewals– Calhoun natives Hattie Morgan of Mobile paid for her and her brother, Buford Clark, in Bonifay, Florida.
There’s a lot things I see and hear in the media – traditional and digital – that I disagree with. I find a growing amount of it offensive in some way. A little of it actually angers me.
I love sitting by the fire with a warm cup of coffee, listening to Bing Crosby sing as I watch the lights on our Christmas tree twinkle.
Charles Rogers’ mention of a snowy Bruce parade in the 1950s set off some memories for Bobbie Shekell of Bruce. Charles couldn’t remember the exact year, but Bobbie said she thought it was 1957 or 1958.
As I’ve written before over the years, the newspaper business taught me one inescapable fact – for all the joy the Christmas season brings, it also brings for some a measure of regret and sadness.
I still remember it like it was yesterday – my family loading up and driving deep into the country around Raymond, Miss. to march off into the woods in search of the perfect Christmas tree.
While waiting to take a photo of the group of employees at Spratlin’s Monday morning. Charles Rogers and I were standing outside in the cold discussing Saturday’s parade.
Before Club for Growth and others engage in revisionist history over the question of congressional earmarks in Mississippi’s 2014 U.S. Senate campaign, let’s reflect on the record.