Graduation 2019

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

Eighteen years ago — almost to the day — my wife and I were at the hospital awaiting the birth of our second child, a son. It was one of the greatest days of my life, and at the same time, one of the scariest.

He was born at 8:08 a.m. on  Monday morning, June 4th.





NO PLACE LIKE HOME: Why live in Mississippi? Why NOT live in Mississippi?

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

A few years ago, I spent a week in Northern California with a group of people who were gathered together from all over the country. One afternoon, someone turned to me and asked, “Where do you live?”

“Mississippi,” I replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Why would you be sorry?” I asked. 



TRUE PERSPECTIVE: Visiting the American cemetery in Florence is breathtaking

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

BARBERINO VAL D’ELSA, TUSCANY— There have probably been times in my life that I thought that I understood “sacrifice.” 

There might have been times I even though I made sacrifices. Those times probably had to do with the loss of certain creature comforts, or— more than likely— a lack of material things during leaner times.




WHAT DEADLINE? Life in Tuscany moves slower – just like in the Deep South

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

TAVERNELLE VAL D’PESA, ITALY— Years ago, when I first came to Tuscany, I wrote a few columns about how this area reminded me of home. It spoke to me like no other country or region in Europe.

Life in Tuscany moves slower, just like life in the American South. The people seem to stop and enjoy the simple things.




WEDDING THROWS: St. John: This column is the beginning of movement to bring back rice to be used in the pelting of departing newlyweds

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

I was the best man at my best friend’s wedding last weekend. It was a great event, and everyone who knows the bride and groom are extremely happy for both of them— chief among them, me.