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Jimmy Reed

[em]Jimmy Reed is an Oxford, Mississippi resident, Ole Miss and Delta State University alumnus, Vietnam Era Army Veteran, former Mississippi Delta cotton farmer and ginner, author, and retired college teacher. This story is a selection from Jimmy Reed’s latest book, entitled [strong]The Jaybird Tales[/strong]. Copies, including personalized autographs, can be reserved by notifying the author via email (.(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)).[/em]

Most Recent Articles by Jimmy Reed:




There’s No Such Thing As Good Gossip

There’s No Such Thing As Good Gossip Recommending a book he had just finished, a friend said, “You will love it. The author rattles skeletons in the closets of some well-known folks. The juicy gossip it contains has made the book a bestseller.”
- Thursday, November 16, 2017

A Blessing Above All Others

Thanksgiving, A Blessing Above All Others For progressive secularists, mendacious media milquetoasts, Hollywood’s hedonistic heretics, and self-proclaimed, politically elite glitterati — who not only refuse to recognize Thanksgiving as a reaffirmation of faith in God, but also strive to impose their non-belief on those who do — this uniquely American holiday is nothing more than a time to oversleep, overeat, overspend, and over-party.
- Monday, November 6, 2017

Socialism’s Big Lie

Socialism’s big lieAfter witnessing how mendacious, megalomaniacal dictators Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin used linguistic trickery to tout “the greatest good for the greatest number,” thereby manipulating whole nations of people into accepting increasingly oppressive levels of collectivism, author George Orwell focused his inimitable satirical skills on debunking the type of social injustice they promoted.
- Friday, October 27, 2017

Their Just Deserts

French physicist Blaise Pascal once wrote, “This letter is long because I hadn’t the time to make it short.” Even though Pascal’s comment seems contradictory, it isn’t, as demonstrated in great short stories that have withstood the test of time by delivering essential elements — time, place, setting, plot, and characters — in a minimum of words.
- Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Mohican Molly

When Molly asked what she must do to become a Mohican, chief Deadly Dagger laughed in her face.
- Sunday, October 8, 2017

You’re An Insolent Jerk!

Nowadays on many college campuses, if a teacher is not a secular progressive liberal new-world-order globalist, his colleagues may view him as a pariah. If he is a pro-life, pro-America, anti-political correctness, Southern white heterosexual male capitalistic Christian conservative, as I am, they will likely view him as a walking hate crime.
- Thursday, September 28, 2017

Green-uns

In T. S. Eliot’s poem, “The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock,” the narrator, Prufrock himself, deals with a number of problems aging men face, and toward the end of the poem, ponders two of them.
- Monday, September 18, 2017

The Dunleithians

The word “boondocks” describes most Mississippi Delta locations, especially Dunleith, where I grew up. Its remoteness provided an ideal environment for a secret society known as the Dunleithians.
- Thursday, September 7, 2017

Peggy Pokechop

My boyhood best friend and mentor Jaybird always kept a housecat or two, especially master mousers, and was never without a pack of hunting hounds, but above all he preferred the company of an animal that is ranked just below humans in intelligence: the pig.
- Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Neanderthals

Way out in the farthest, least populated back reaches of the Mississippi Delta, rows of wrecked automobiles, engines, transmissions, and tires crisscrossed a huge junkyard owned by four brothers.
- Friday, August 18, 2017

Cookin’ And Eatin’ Crawdads

When my three daughters invited me to eat crawdads with them, I was thrilled — nothing boosts my ego more than being seen in public with my pulchritudinous progeny. After devouring a huge pile of the succulent crustaceans, we bid good evening to each other, and I strolled homeward, reflecting on how blessed I was to be loved by those girls.
- Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Some As Grace; Some As Mercy

For my stepdaughter Jennifer and me, a stroll around town on Sunday mornings was a big event. Often she would spot coins, give them to me for safekeeping, and race ahead, pigtails swishing, searching the sidewalk.
- Monday, July 31, 2017

Crime Never Pays

No doubt American humorist Mark Twain could not resist stealing a few watermelons because as he once said, “The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took. We know it because she repented.”
- Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Paper Towel Pilot

My Piper Cub airplane was due for an airworthiness inspection at a large airport, but since the little airplane had no radio equipment, I called the control tower and requested permission to fly in from a nearby crop duster’s strip.
- Monday, July 10, 2017

God Bless You, Montague

As always, I started walking when the sun first lightened the horizon. This daily routine provides time to pray and to recite poetry.
- Thursday, June 29, 2017

Persistence Always Pays

When I was a boy, my father worried that I was unlikely to go far in life until I overcame my stubborn nature, and whenever he tried to convince me of that, I stubbornly persisted the he was confusing stubbornness with persistence.
- Monday, June 19, 2017

Humongous SOB

Ichthyologists use long complicated nomenclature to identify the fishes of the sea, among them the name for one of the most aggressive, predatory denizens of the deep: the sapphire-scaled omnivorous bushwhacker.
- Friday, June 9, 2017

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