Whenever I say one of my favorite activities to do when my brother comes to town is shoot our guns, people either take pause or they give me a skeptical facial expression.
For the first time this week, the weather outside has led me to believe fall is truly here. As this year’s fall weather makes its especially late arrival, I’ve had the words of the great Conway Twitty song stuck in my head, “Hello darlin’, nice to see you. It’s been a long time, you’re just as lovely as you used to be.”
Today’s paper officially marks the first edition of the Delta Democrat-Times’ new schedule of switching to printing bi-weekly.
Some local residents have been voicing concerns, from being afraid we are nearing the end of the newspaper to thinking they will now only receive old news. I would like to put some of those fears at ease.
The first person in my family who worked for a newspaper in the United States of America was William Barrett Travis.
I knew something was off when an out-of-town relative recently asked me if the Nelco Cineplex was leaving Greenville to relocate in Cleveland.
Thoroughly confused, I wondered how something like that could be happening and the first I hear about it is from someone who doesn’t even live in town.
When a story of domestic abuse comes to light, the average person’s gut reaction is typically, “Why don’t they just leave?”
What may seem like an obviously simple solution to those who have never been in that situation is anything but.
This week, a Greenville woman died after police say she was attacked by her boyfriend.
I’m sure many of you have seen the photo. It’s not the first time it’s happened.
But a dead racoon became part of the striping on the right side of Main Street near the Greenville Cemetery.
The last time this happened, a flattened opossum was a part of the double center-line stripe on Cypress Lane.
There’s a 100-year-old newspaper on the wall outside my office at the Delta Democrat-Times. It’s lead headline is probably the greatest foreshadowing headline ever written in the history of newspapers.
On Nov. 11, 1918, the lead headline reads simply, “World War Won.”
For once I wish everyone actually did have their iPhones out and creating videos last week during Washington School’s graduation after-gathering.
Each morning and night last week about 50 of us sat in an old church in the hills around Oxford at Camp Hopewell.
The church was built in 1866, a year or so after the first church on the site had burned.
