The constant squealing and splashing distracted me from my task of watching the briar studded ridge. Though I was trying to stay focused to make sure a late season haunt buck didn’t give me the slip, I couldn’t help but watch the antics of the multitude of wood ducks that were creating quite the ruckus.
Our Christmas break involved lots of food, family, and three stitches in the face. All children present for ‘the incident’ agree that it was, in fact, an accident but somehow daughter #2 walked into a metal-tipped pole that daughter #3 was swinging at the fence.
A few days after Christmas, dawn was a golden brush stroke across the sky when I headed home on the Natchez Trace from visiting my son Bob's family in Tennessee. As I have done several times in the past, I stopped at the Council House Café in French Camp. Not hungry yet, I got a to-go lunch to carry with me and once again hit the road.
In the year 2000 this nation had 78,000 news reporters, according to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics. As we head into 2020, that number has fallen by more than 36 percent. That’s nearly 30,000 less people gathering the information that is vital for a democracy to make informed decisions.
In response to Wyatt Emmerich’s opinion, “Case good for medical pot,” while I fully understand this was an opinion piece, a topic of this importance and impact to public health needs the respective rebuttal of a physician, an expert in medicine. It is prudent to present facts as this will affect the health of Mississippians.