(PRIDE and) PREJUDICE

By ELIJAH JONES,

Prejudge. Prejudice. Are the two words like first cousins? I'm reminded of an incident to use as an illustration.

Many years ago, when I lived in Los Angeles, Sunday afternoons were dedicated to free time, getting into my car and exploring some of the many things to do in that megalopolis of a city. 





Hustle & Bustle: Get downtown Hattiesburg where the lights are bright!

By ELIJAH JONES,

Downtown, where all the lights are bright!  You older folk, like me, should remember that song by Petula Clark.  

I would've been in grade school, only eight years old, when it was a pop hit.  

We're talking 1964, when AM radio ruled the airwaves. At  that age, Hattiesburg was just about the only city I knew.  




Artistic tragedy

By ELIJAH JONES,

 On my usual Saturday drive to Walmart on U.S. 49, I often find myself driving past the abandoned Pat Harrison Waterway District building. 

You've seen it a million times. The building was located near Mamie Street and the highway, at the main entrance to Forrest General Hospital.