Tag: Covington

When I was a kid, one of the few salves for the end of the summer and the beginning of another long school year was the St. Tammany Parish Fair in Covington, Louisiana. There was always that sense of anticipation and excitement as the weather cooled and eased into fall, the days growing shorter, a feeling that things were changing.

In early September, Sterigenics stopped production in its facility near Smyrna after it was accused of emitting ethylene oxide (a carcinogenic chemical compound used during the sterilization process) near residential neighborhoods. Near Covington, a Becton Dickinson facility that uses ethylene oxide, followed suit. Here’s where things stand.

What film studios will boycott Georgia over the abortion law? And what will those boycotts accomplish? We break down what has happened in Georgia's film industry so far since Governor Brian Kemp signed HB 481, the "heartbeat bill," into law.

Anyone who’s watched an episode of The Americans, the FX series about Russian spies living undercover during the Cold War, has gotten a taste of the life Jack Barsky lived for more than 10 years as what U.S. intelligence called an “illegal.”

The couple behind H. Harper Station recently launched a new hospitality consultancy called Flying Pig Hospitality. One of their first projects is consulting on City Pharmacy, a new restaurant located in an actual former pharmacy in Covington's downtown square that dates back to the late 1920s.

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Salem Camp Ground in Covington, site of one of the country’s oldest Christian revivals, started out as a brush arbor—a few poles draped with tree branches to give worshipers shade from the summer sun. That was in 1835. The Civil War was still a generation away. Covington was a new town with a fledgling square a few miles down the road from Salem.

The knock against journalists—well, one of the knocks against journalists—is that they’re cynical. Too focused on what’s wrong, not near enough focused on what’s right. For most of my career, my reaction to the criticism was pretty standard.

As tonight’s rehearsal begins, Nadia sits in the shadows, chin on her prop drumstick as she pantomimes the words being sung onstage. Toward the end of act one, she gets her cue—Maureen’s solo, “Over the Moon.”

Judge Horace J. Johnson Jr. sits behind a desk covered with case files, in the shadow of a 12-foot wall lined with law books thick as bricks. A mountain of words. He prepared yesterday for the civil docket he’ll preside over today: divorces, separations, child custody issues.