The moon was at the half as I wandered around the yard with a flashlight attempting to gather in the two-year old kittens. Wilhelmina can usually be found reclining on the picnic table, but not always.
Out of the devastation of Hurricane Florence last week came a bit of good news. The wild horse herds of the Carolina barrier islands had weathered the storm in pretty good shape.
One of the most disturbing statistics for our country is the sky-high incarceration rate. America has by far the highest incarceration rates in the world.
It's the season for storms to line up in the Atlantic and Pacific, seeming to take aim.
Saturday night a week ago Sam and I headed to a gospel singing at the City Auditorium in Vernon, Alabama. We looked at the map and checked the distance. If we left by 4 o'clock, we would be sure to make it in time to hear Jessica Horton, Shaeffer's Chapel's praise and worship leader, sing at 5:30. Jessica's talent and charisma compelled us.
With the coming of the September and October rains, the Tombigbee's summer time shallow water gives way to rising water of fall and thoughts in Columbus and Aberdeen long ago turned to the arrival of steamboats.
By this date 17 years ago, my job began to bear some vague resemblance to what it had been three days earlier on Sept. 10, 2001.
The air blows hot and dry, but even that is a welcomed comfort when standing under shade trees.
Long before there was a mutiny aboard H.M.S. Bounty, it was clear Capt. Bligh was unfit. As tensions built, the choice for his officers and crew became increasingly clear: (1) tough it out or (2) risk being hanged for deciding enough was enough.
The other day in casual conversation someone used the N-word. As it always does with me, it arrived like an unexpected slap in the face.
Many places have legends of lost gold or silver mines. In the 1950s Josh Meador, the Oscar-winning head of Animation Effects for Disney Studios, enjoyed going out in search of a lost Nevada gold mine.
There was quite a surprise last week from the group that measures music sales: Michael Jackson's legendary "Thriller" is no longer the biggest-selling album in history.
It was a couple of years ago. I was sitting a Columbus church listening to residents who had gathered their for a community meeting that was part of the city's commissioned study of its police department.
There's a couple of names for trash fish; some call them garbage fish or rough fish. The terms refer to fish that are less than desirable, the ones you catch you aren't trying to, and fish where there's no legal limit to catch and keep. Some fish simply don't taste good. Some species are invasive or nuisance fish. Culture and traditions can alter what might be a trash fish, or not, in different locations.
Last June I wrote about John Wesley's 1737 account of two Chickasaw chiefs, Postubbee and Mingomawtaw, telling of their spiritual beliefs. Last week I came across an 1828 newspaper account of a Choctaw origin story.
Time has eroded some of Rockey Felker's recollections of his tenure at Mississippi State, both as a player and head coach.
The blues is Mississippi's music and though African-American in origin, it transcends race and culture.
Jean-Baptiste Colbert was finance minister for French monarch Louis XIV. His best quote: "The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to obtain the largest possible amount of feathers with the smallest possible amount of hissing."
While Sam shopped for tractor parts, I hung over the enclosure of baby chickens.