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Cross your fingers

By TIM BEELAND,

We sprung our clocks ahead an hour Friday night — or I should say I sprung ‘em — to avoid the early-week fatigue from losing an hour of sleep but it didn’t help. Six o’clock still seemed like 5:00 a.m. to me on Monday morning.



Willie and his ‘Circle’ of friends

When you live in the country where you’re lucky to have one bar of cellular service most days, and you have no Internet service, and your house is located an equal — and very far — distance from the broadcast towers of the television stations that service both the East Central and West Central Mississippi markets and you have antenna-only telev









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