This is my favorite entry, ever, in a land records index, even better than those entries in 19th Century handwriting that looks like they were written in very artfully arranged but faint human hairs.
Yes, that’s right: Three entries for “Illegible Name.”
Personally, I’ve never scanned an index for entries for “Illegible Name.” Although I guess here it would be “Name Illegible.”
This picture, which looks prtty much like my idea of Armagedon, is above the fold on the front page of today’s New York Times. I would quite likely have missed it had I not gone out to pick up my Mother’s physical newspaper. Stunning picture. How it looks on the paper is depicted below. The color photography on the front page of the Times in the last couple of years has been consistently breathtaking, and it registers quite differently to my eyes on the page than it does in a browser.
The calling of the criminal docket in Mississippi circuit court.
Just waited through an exceptionally long one, and am still waiting for something to actually happen. In my experience, the only good that has ever come out of one of these things was hearing an amusing name.
Kelly English, the chef-owner of Restaurant Iris and Second Line in Memphis was already one of my favorite regional chefs and someone I knew to be a great guy. I’ve had his food a number of times and always loved it. He’s got Oxford roots, too– went to Ole Miss and had his first job as a line-cook here.
He’s taking a principled stand in Tennessee for human rights in fighting against one of these “turn away the gays” bills that are popping up in state legislatures.
Critically received Memphis chef Kelly English this week offered to host a political fundraiser to unseat Sen. Brian Kelsey after reading that the Republican party member had sponsored Senate Bill 2566, which would allow individuals or religious organizations with “strong religious beliefs” to refuse goods and services that further same-sex unions in Tennessee. It is commonly being referred to as the “Turn Away the Gays” bill.
“I learned about it probably 120 seconds before I posted my reaction on Facebook,” chef English told ABC News in a phone interview on Friday. The proprietor of Restaurant Iris and The Second Line is married and straight, but he considers himself a proponent of human rights.
“It’s crazy to me that people can still think this way in 2014,” said the chef, who feels such bills reflect poorly on the state of Tennessee and foster an impression of intolerance in the South. “Some people have reacted to my announcement saying that I spoke out when I had nothing to gain and a lot to lose, but I disagree. If there is a lack of equality, as a species we all lose.”
h/t Claire Howorth @clairehoworth on Twitter.
Here’s a bit of video from Bill Kitchen (thanks to Ben Sandmel on Facebook). Lyrics below
I might have been a lawyer (but I couldn’t pass the bar)
No one’s sworn to secrecy in the courtroom of swinging doors,
And it’s hard to hid the evidence if it’s coming out your pores.
Here comes the prosecution, she’s going to pop me with a rolling pin.
But your honor, I’m a goner, and if I lay my hands upon her, you better pour another glass of gin.
At the bar drinking beers, there’s a jury of my peers, and they love to deliberate.
I raise my right hand and I swear “God damn,” I already know my plea.
Folks up on the witness stand, they’re playing pedal steel guitars.
I might have been a lawyer, but I couldn’t pass the bar.
My old man is a lawyer, and I’m supposed to be the next in line,
Till I was served a summons by a flashing neon sign.
They say I’m supposed to follow, but I’m stubborn as a mule,
And this honky tonky tonky just won’t be nobody’s honky, find me holding court upon a stool.
Twenty years ago, the temperature stuck at 32 degrees for several days. Just before, it had been significantly colder. But when it hit 32, rain started falling, and it froze everywhere it hit. Water was coming down, and it was freezing. It made a strange ice dam on my roof, and water came through inside the windows in my second floor. The only thing I could figure out to do was to open the windows a bit, jam cookie sheets in there, to launch the water back outside.
Power was out, so there was no heat upstairs. Downstairs, I had a fireplace, and was sleeping in front of it. When the ice started, I parked a car near the foot of my driveway. And just happened to be looking out that window just in time to see a pretty large hardwood come down, WOOM, and miss the rear bumper of the car by about 4 feet.
Rear bumper meaning it would require a chain saw before I could leave.
The pine thicket behind my house was having limbs explode likes shots going off; at one point, at midday, I saw a big buck standing outlines on a ridge between thickets, unsure where to go.
Sent the kids into town to live with friends. Had days of living like a pioneer– if I wanted heat, I was going to have to go out, hack wood out of the pile from the ice, and bring it in to my (inefficient) fireplace. Did have the best baked potatoes ever from foil slipped into those coals.
With no water, took five gallon jugs into town to the ice house (which had its own pump and well and offered free water for all). The loss of the ice house is one of the major steps backward for Oxford in the last 20 years.
That’s just some of the stories I recall. Anyone from Oxford has more to add.
News reports about Christie’s childhood friend appointed to the Port Authority state:
A letter from David Wildstein’s attorney says “evidence exists as well tying Mr. Christie to having knowledge of the lane closures, during the period when the lanes were closed, contrary to what the Governor stated publicly in a two-hour press conference he gave immediately before Mr. Wildstein was scheduled to appear before the Transportation Committee.”
“Mr. Wildstein contests the accuracy of various statements that the governor made about him and he can prove the inaccuracy of some,” the letter also reads.
The letter, from attorney Alan Zegas and addressed to the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, seeks a reconsideration of the authority’s decision to not pay Wildstein’s legal fees. The letter was first reported by the New York Times.
A spokesman for the governor said a statement would be released shortly.
Zegas’ letter sent shock waves through New Jersey’s political community, with one veteran pundit saying the revelation was a “bombshell.”
From an actual interview.
Investigator: Well, you know before I ask any questions, I have to advice you of your rights.
Suspect: Yeah. I got the right to remain silent. Got the right to have an attorney.
Investigator: Ok, but I have to read it out to you, okay?
Later, after the rights were read, the investigator hands the suspect the form and reads it to him, which apparently annoys the suspect:
Investigator: And it says: Check and initial 1. It says: I want to remain silent till I have the help of a lawyer. I do not want — do not want help from a lawyer at this time. I am willing to answer— make a statement and/or answer questions. Check one of these boxes right here. And put your initials right there. All right, sign. The time is 12:10 PM, and today’s date is 1-12-12. It doesn’t seem like it should be 2012.
Suspect: Lose your mind?
Investigator: Not really.
Suspect: Me either. Don’t keep asking me that, though.
Regular readers of this blog are familiar with the sad story of the gradual collapse of the store at Money, Mississippi, where essential events leading up to the murder of Emmett TIll occurred in the Summer of 1955.
There’s a similarly sad tale recounted on the Mississippi Historic Preservation site, about the planned demolition of the building that held the COFO civil rights organization’s offices in Meridian in the 1960s. This building was a drug store serving the black community and had been built in 1879.
It is most famously Mickey Schwerner’s office as the director of COFO there, and where he, James Chaney, and Andrew Goodman worked before traveling to Philadelphia to visit the site of a burned church on the day they were murdered by Klansmen working out of the sheriff’s department.
The link above contains the details about unavailing efforts to save this building, and the current plan to demolish it as unsalvageable.
The photo above, from the Mississippi Historic Preservation site, is the August 28, 2006 National Register of Historic Places Photograph, Todd Sanders Photographer
This is the orchestra the year after they’d moved from Clarksdale, Mississippi, where they had been the Knights of Pithias Orchestra, and about four years before Handy adapted “Mr. Crump Don’t ‘Low” into “The Memphis Blues” and discovered that there was a fortune to be made in publishing blues music. Handy moved to New York in 1917, with the remaining members of his orchestra playing for years as Handy’s Band (William Faulkner drew a picture of them playing at parties at Ole Miss) and several members recorded as the Beale Street Frolic Orchestra when Victor Records made their first field trip to record in Memphis.
From the Commercial Appeal, via Preston Lauderbach on Facebook.