The New York Times executive editor said during a visit to Harvard in September that he would risk jail to publish Donald Trump’s tax returns. He made good on his word Saturday night when the Times published Trump tax documents from 1995, which show the Republican presidential nominee claimed losses of $916 million that year — enough to avoid paying federal income taxes for as many as 18 years afterward.
What I remember most about that night is hitting the mailbox. Oh, and the guy sitting next to me getting carsick from the volatility of my admittedly awful driving.
It was the middle of the evening in the middle of nowhere in Barren County, Ky.
Joel and I had been on the road for several hours trying to deliver that day’s paper. Due to a somewhat historic drought of carriers in the circulation department at the time, he and I had been drafted to get a couple of the afternoon newspaper’s daily routes delivered. It took two of us because I wasn’t even from Barren County and had no idea where I was going.
BRUCE — The Calhoun County Journal has been a family affair for more than half a century now. Bruce’s Jo Ann Denley has been around for a majority of it.
Denley’s late husband Gale established the Journal in 1953 with his parents Sellers and Maggie Ellen Denley.
Gale and Jo Ann married in 1955 and moved to Bruce in 1962.
jo ann denleyShe had always been in and out of The Journal subconsciously learning how the newsroom operated, photos were developed, and the newspaper was put together. Sometimes, as a former English teacher, she would even be called in as a “set of fresh eyes” to help copy read articles.
“‘Cause he’s oh, so good And he’s oh, so fine And he’s oh, so healthy In his body and his mind. He’s a well respected man about town Doing the best things so conservatively.”—Ray Davies
By Ray Mosby
ROLLING FORK — Mississippi’s Republican super-majority government—you know, the neat group of men and women currently occupying almost all the most powerful legislative and administrative offices and whose collective volume of the milk of human kindness can be measured on the same gauge as is desert rainfall—has itself a new poster boy.
Meet one state Rep. Jeffrey S. Guice. He lives in Ocean Springs where he sells real estate (but only to the right (wink!) kind of people, of course) and he represents the good folks of Jackson and Harrison counties who reside within the lines of House District 114 in the Miss. Legislature.
And last week, Rep. Guice made the kind of news that nobody holding any sort of elective office likes to make—the kind that revealed himself to be that special variety of complete and utter jackass that he apparently is. Continue reading “A great guy or what?”
BILOXI — The Mississippi Press Association celebrated its 150th anniversary last week at the Golden Nugget casino in Biloxi.
After the Mississippi Bar Association and the Mississippi State Medical Association, it is the oldest state professional association.
Unlike the legal and medical professions, the newspaper industry is actually a manufacturing enterprise. It makes an actual product that comes off a printing press. That makes the longevity of newspapers even more impressive. No other manufactured product has had such staying power.
As president of Emmerich Newspapers, I oversee 26 community newspapers, primarily in Mississippi. Most of these newspapers are well over 100 years old.
It was a long and very hot drive in those days. My parents would pack us up early and we would arrive what seemed like days later. Packed like sardines in the back seat – me in the middle and my two brothers perched at the open windows on either side. Our Rambler station wagon did not have air-conditioning and the two-lane roads that wound through every town along the way meant lots of stop and go traffic.
But it was Mississippi Press Convention week and worth every bit of the abuse little brothers receive from older ones on long hot boring rides.
It was that left hand turn on to US 90 off Highway 49 that the excitement began – the smell of the Gulf Coast, passing by the Friendship House restaurant, the Edgewater Hotel and those whirly-gig kites that vendors hawked all along the beach at each traffic light.
In the latest edition of MPA’s newsletter, Fourth Estate, is a column by MPA President Joel McNeece describing some of the lasting relationships his association with this Association has afforded him.
I can relate.
Joel and I first met at a Mid-Winter Conference nearly 20 years ago after he’d gone to work for Wyatt Emmerich at The Winona Times. Joel and I shared a connection through Tim James, the publisher in Winona at the time who had also once employed me in Eupora at the Webster Progress-Times.
I learned sitting across the table from him that night at the conference that Joel’s a man of measured words and temperament. I typically run somewhat counter to that, often at my own peril. I often keep talking long after I should have shut up. In fact, first encounters between me and anyone who’s parsimonious with speech usually ends with me having talked way too long and soaked in my own flop sweat.