The state Sunshine Law forced officials to release documents that they would rather have kept private. The spirit of the law: Good deeds are rarely done in the dark.
Last week, I was doing a monitoring inspection of one of my favorite places at MU — the greenhouses.
Last week I wrote about the terrible time I had trying to get to Philadelphia. I thought all of my troubles were over when I was dropped off at the airport three days later. I had a direct flight into Kansas City, a 30-minute wait, and then a short flight back to Columbia.
You might have noticed on Election Day that the Missourian did not conduct an exit survey. It might not have been a surprise, however, given last week’s column by my boss, Executive Editor Tom Warhover, in which he wondered aloud and solicited your input about whether we should ask people leaving the polls how they voted and then report the results during the course of the day.
As I write, the botanist and I are winding up an extended spring break in southeastern Arizona. We’ve had a chance to see, along with the birds and the cacti, the impact of poorly planned population growth on an environment even more fragile than ours in central Missouri.
I’ve never enjoyed traveling when airports and airplanes are involved. That’s the main reason my husband and I bought an RV. I know that when I shut the door on our motor home and my husband releases the parking brake, our trip has begun. However, when I park my car in the long-term lot and wheel my earthly possessions
In the November election, senior city editor Scott Swafford sent out nearly 50 reporters to survey voters about their choices. His goal was to produce a story earlier in the day that gave online readers a sense of how the vote was going before the polls closed.
Thank goodness Tiger teams have shuffled off the national stage and the Cardinals seem to have resolved their pitching problems. That frees us good citizens to pay attention to everything that’s on the local ballot April 3.
Some of you follow political campaigns more closely than March Madness. (One or two may not even know that the madness refers to NCAA basketball.)
I don’t suppose there’s anybody in Columbia, with the possible exception of the man himself, who thinks John Clark has a prayer of beating Darwin Hindman for mayor. Still, I give him a lot of credit for running.
Today begins Sunshine Week. You already knew that, I expect. But just to avoid confusion, I should clarify that this has nothing to do with the arrival of spring, or even spring training.
I ran across a new word the other day in The New York Times. It’s “idiocracy.”