Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

A State of the Union we’d like to hear.

In a diner in a mid-sized Midwestern city, a man stops mopping and looks into a television camera. Sweat glistens off his forehead and he lacks the makeup the politicians in Washington wear while giving their televised speeches. He looks into … Continue reading

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Day 21

You’re just humming along and then out of nowhere, you get hit by a train.  A train called core work. And it’s driven by Clark.  Who’s Clark? He is the mild-mannered #2 of PLS who is actually a bionic man. … Continue reading

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Tuesday Free-For-All

Good morning!  Hope today is a little bit drier than yesterday’s squishfest.

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CARTOON: When things get bad, we get good

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Homework

I ran nine miles on Saturday before the sun came up.  I can tell you for a fact that the Ridgeland Multipurpose Trail is as black as ink.  My headlamp that I wear was dead because my son had decided … Continue reading

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SHORT STORY: Riding the Train

I was having one of “those” days. It might have been the rainy weather, or it could have been the constant stream of gloom pouring out of my TV set — but I was depressed. Not clinically, just covered with … Continue reading

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Monday Free-For-All

The Pope resigns. Hattiesburg gets whacked by a tornado. A giant asteroid just misses the Earth. If you think Monday is the end of the world, you might just be right.  

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Sunday Free-For-All

Bumpy weather out there today. Be safe and have a great Sunday!

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Saturday Free-For-All

As the Northeast deals with Nemo. We’re having a nice day. 

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SHORT STORY: The Final Destination

The early morning heat and humidity had cleared out by the time the small commuter jet pushed away from Jackson-Medgar Wiley Evers International Airport. The occupant of seat 4A, a man in a bright Hawaiian shirt, looked out the window at the puddles … Continue reading

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