The blood of Emmett Till remains fresh, 64 years after his murder. Last week, a photo surfaced depicting three Ole Miss fraternity students holding guns in front of a bullet-riddled memorial to Till’s execution by torture in 1955.
My mom always taught me to do good, say good, and be good. Never wanting to disappoint her, I have strived to meet that goal, though often falling short. I know that her own childhood shaped her moral compass.
In 1975, I met the original Rhinestone Cowboy. At least, that’s what he said, and my 9 year old self believed him.
Loy Bowlin had a vision in his later years. Frequented by dreams of sparkles, color, and heavenly radiance, Bowlin began creating handmade art like a mad genius, with hands divinely directed.
I had three fears as a child. I am not talking about casual trepidation. No, I mean shake you to the core fear, the kind that keeps you up at night, never ceases, and refuses to lose its grip.
Mind you, I was around 5 or 6 years old, had a vivid imagination, and likely displayed early obsessive compulsiveness.
The term “Mississippi Catfish” has special meaning in my household. As a boy, I romped in spring-fed creeks and shallow ponds looking for the whiskered mud dwellers.
I have a love/hate relationship with Walmart’s ever expanding “Scan and Go” checkout service. You know, the do-it-yourself option where you do Walmart’s work for them, as they laugh all the way to the bank.
I really do not like the new Mississippi car tag. You’ve seen it by now.
The Boy Scouts of America organization is exploring the option of bankruptcy. Unbelievable. Shocking. Disgraceful. These are a few of the words which come to mind.
The reason for the financial trouble? Lawsuits are one culprit, filed by victims of sexual abuse perpetrated by a few morally unfit Scoutmasters.
Nestled among loblolly pines and wildflowers in Marion County rests Sylvester Magee, claimed by many to be the world’s oldest man and the last surviving slave of the American Civil War.
