Monthly Archives: August 2011

Submitted by Larry Peacock They like to refer to us as senior citizens, old fogies, geezers, and in some cases dinosaurs. Some of us are ‘Baby Boomers’ getting ready to retire. Others have been retired for some time. We walk … Continue reading →

I WOULD RATHER WALK WITH GOD IN THE DARK THAN GO ALONE IN THE LIGHT Hello God, I called tonight To talk a little while I need a friend who’ll listen To my anxiety and trial. You see, I can’t … Continue reading →

By David A. Benoit Dear Moby, Here is a something on the lighter side as a candidate for Small Town Soapbox. I hope this won’t offend anyone. It’s just some good-natured reflections on the me that used to be. 1. … Continue reading →

Moby my hometown hero is my brother. Frank Cronan, he suffers from the effects of agent orange, crawling around in the jungles of Vietnam, he has shrapnel from his war wounds, but the worst part was having to take off … Continue reading →

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbowand guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shutthe door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly,from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to … Continue reading →

(slightly edited to be non-offensive…) I. Thou shalt have no God in America, except for me. For we are no longer a Christian nation and, after all, I am the chosen One. (And like God, I do not need a … Continue reading →

Email from Newton Beasley, from an American Facebook friend: The recession has hit everybody really hard. My neighbor got a pre-declined credit card in the mail. CEOs are now playing miniature golf. Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen. A stripper was … Continue reading →

Charles E. Mount II Moby, having listened to the show this morning about our military personnel – the ones who serve and the ‘real heroes who have given the ultimate sacrifice’ – I salute you for your unwavering support. I … Continue reading →

Once there were two women,Who barely knew each other.One is in your heart forever,The other you’ll call mother. Two different lives,Shaped to make yours one.One became your guiding star,The other became your sun. The first gave you life,And the second … Continue reading →

by Robert St. John My South by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg , MS.Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia . While … Continue reading →