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Posted on February 6 at 10:30 p.m.
No comment on this story, but I wanted to show Mr. Hillyer something I saw on the comments section of another newspaper:
Pool Rules
Keep it clean.
Stay on topic.
Be honest and accurate.
No personal attacks. Don't bash anyone based on their race, creed, heritage, or orientation.
Don't say anything here you wouldn't say in front of your mother at the dinner table.
Use the 'Report Abuse' button when you spot a rule violation. (Don't report comments just because you disagree.)
The above appears as a constant reminder when you go to post comments on articles. I think it's pretty cool. I know that the Natchez Democrat has similar rules, but they are broken so often that maybe we just all need reminders sometimes.
I just thought it was a cool idea.
Posted on February 4 at 12:40 a.m.
Nice piece, Julie.
It no longer matters what we DO, but how we LOOK while we do it.
In today's world, "style" trumps "substance," every time.
Don't you just love "superficial"?
Posted on November 20 at 2:04 a.m.
And they say kids don'r read anymore . . . This is sooo cool!
To the girl who wanted more stories about dogs, go look at this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/robertgard/...
Keep on reading!
Posted on October 22 at 1:42 a.m.
"One 'role' of Sweet Tarts"
Is that playing on Broadway?
Fluff articles are okay, once in a while, but could you at least get the right words? Or the words right? Appreciate it.
Enjoy the candy!
Posted on October 17 at 7:50 a.m.
I don't think that people so much fail to see the rundown buildings, etc., as they tacitly agree not to discuss the issue, like that proverbial elephant in the room. Reason I say that is because when my wife and I first arrived in town and were meeting a group of people, someone asked us what we thought of Natchez. "It's a beautiful little town," we said. The person smiled a bit ruefully and responded, "Parts of it are." I wondered then what the woman, a lifetime Natchez resident, wasn't saying. In the 6 years since, I've figured it out.
Another man I've met since then, who lives out of town but comes here frequently on business, never fails to comment on the incredible disparity here between rich and poor, most obviously exemplified by the disparity in appearance between where they respectively live and go about their daily business.
But come to think about it, I've never lived in any town or city where the same things could not be said. I used to work at a children's hospital in Kansas City: Immediately to the east of the hospital was a deteriorating inner-city neighborhood; immediately to the west were Hallmark Cards (the main facility) and Crown Center, an upscale shopping mall, along with hotels and office buildings. Every day at lunch I would walk for 30 minutes around the area, and never fail to be astonished by the vast difference between the two areas, which abutted each other right at the hospital.
Point is, the problem isn't restricted to Natchez; the only difference is in scale. But maybe Natchez can do something about it, with a lot of effort.
Posted on October 16 at 12:27 a.m.
I haven't lived in a whole lot of other places, but in the 2 other places I HAVE lived where there were tornado sirens, the operators tested them every week at precisely the same time (11 a.m. Wednesdays, for instance), and all the locals knew it, so didn't get all concerned and consternated and disconcerted and so forth when the sirens went off at the prescribed time.
I was sitting on my front steps when the sirens went off yesterday. I glanced at the clear cerulean sky, glanced down at my watch, which read something after 9, not an "on-the-hour" moment, and thought, "well, damn, maybe it's a nuclear attack or something--nobody tests sirens on a whim, after all, and there definitely is no tornado in the neighborhood. Yep, nuclear holocaust must be imminent, and I'm not even watching damn CNN!"
Point is, warning sirens should be checked regularly, and people within earshot of them ought to know when to expect the tests so they don't go dropping everything and charging down into the storm cellar or bomb shelter or nearest tavern or church or simply away from their desks to go look for mushroom clouds or funnel clouds or . . . well, you get the picture. Testing sirens apparently randomly is sorta like yelling "Yankee!" at a Confederate memorial ball (I could have said "fire in a crowded theater," but that is sooooo cliche).
Posted on October 14 at 1:04 a.m.
notfromnatchez, that made me laugh out loud!
You may already know this, but the Humane Society used to have (and maybe still does) an Asian guy come in and try to adopt a "small dog," right around certain Asian holidays. Once he even came in disguised as a woman. Yes, the potential adoptee would have wound up as a holiday meal. Somehow Claude and the other Humane Society folks caught on to what the guy was trying to do, and turned him away (apparently several times).
Hey, I'm not picking on Asians here--a lot of people around the world would no more eat what WE eat, than we would eat what THEY eat, and what may sound "horrible" here may be a delicacy there, and conversely. It was just funny, though.
Posted on October 14 at 12:52 a.m.
Try this instead: http://www.flickr.com/photos/robertgard/...
If that doesn't work, I will leave y'all alone. Have a great night!
Posted on October 14 at 12:44 a.m.
That's no cougar - that's my cat Remi, who wandered off a couple years ago. See: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robertgard/120315272/" title="Remi Hunting by robert_ntz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/55/120315272_34829aeda8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Remi Hunting" /></a>
(Okay, I don't know if that link will actually work, but I gave it a shot).
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Posted on February 8 at 4:08 a.m.
"current national and economic meltdown"
I knew about the economic meltdown, of course, but what "national" meltdown are we talking about, here?
The irony, in case anyone is missing it, is that casinos thrive on desperation--the more economically desperate people are, the more likely they are to risk the rent money in a slot machine, hoping for a payoff that will keep a roof over their heads for another month. The people who run casinos are fully aware of that--it's their bread-and-butter.
They prey on people who are praying for some kind of miracle.
The former backers of Grand Soleil apparently realized that there are not enough desperate people in Natchez to keep them going--or that the desperate have either run out of money and/or government assistance, and can't even afford to play a penny slot anymore. The Natchez gambling market is drying up.
Grand Soleil is going away, and that's probably better for almost all of us.
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