* My friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County tells me his 3-year-old grandson went into the bathroom, and his mom was concerned he'd been in there for quite awhile, so she went in to check on him.
Sometimes random Christmas gifts turn into delicious surprises.
If you're like thousands of other people in Kershaw County, you got a Christmas present Wednesday that you don't fully know how to work. Chances are good it was some sort of electronic device -- a new smartphone, iPod, video game or some other miracle of modern technology.
It's that time of year again, when "The Christmas Letter" arrives from friends.
Last week I told you about a lot of things for which I'm thankful.
During this holiday season, I'm thankful for:
Opinions are a dime a dozen. Here are a few to ponder:
Who's become the favorite whipping boy of both the left and the right?
What do you get when you combine one of today's most electrifying performers with the grandest, most phenomenal, sappiest sound track of all time?
As interstate highways go -- long on speed but generally short on scenery -- I-81 is one of the most attractive. It winds its way up the scenic Shenandoah Valley from southern Virginia to Scranton, Pa., and beyond.
"Enjoy our famous smoked salmon."
How many battles have been fought in the name of religion?
Belching is a manly art, says my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County.
Miss South Carolina, Brooke Mosteller, got in a bit of hot water recently while competing in the Miss America pageant, linking the Palmetto State and mobile homes in a manner that some people found offensive.
Just when I'm feeling pretty healthy, along comes a mysterious disease that is getting ready to kill millions of people, me included.
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