Officials of the United States Golf Association made a good decision in sending this week's U. S. Open, the most prestigious of its tournaments, to the fabled Merion Golf Club in Ardmore, Pa., a mere chip shot away from Philadelphia's prestigious Main Line. In an era in which players are much more muscular and powerful, and equipment is advanced, some would say Merion, at 6,996 yards, isn't long enough to host a major championship such as the Open. Nowadays, courses stretch out to 7,600 yards and longer as players routinely average 300 yards or more ...
Last week we talked about the new wave of obituaries which are not only informative but often lively and even funny.
Obituaries are a lot more interesting now than they used to be, though perhaps a bit less truthful.
Last year about this time, I talked with you about how technology is bringing the magic of nature -- specifically, the majesty of American's symbol, the bald eagle – into our living rooms.
Color me dense, but I don't quite understand why everyone involved with science is having a hissy fit over the theory of intelligent design.
Clemson University is looking for a new president, and I'm interested in the job.
Fancy bathrooms are all the rage.
You've probably heard the term "island time" -- the notion that in the Caribbean islands things don't operate so much on a schedule as on a whim.
From the mailbag:
It's no secret that the hand-written note is going the way of the buggy whip and the adding machine.
Sports events sometimes become metaphors for life, and there is no better showcase for that than the ongoing March Madness basketball tournament; a national champion will be crowned Monday night to culminate the annual event. In the round of 8 which was played March 31, number-one seeded Louisville was playing perennial power Duke when Cardinal forward Kevin Ware jumped to block a shock and broke his leg as he fell. It was a gruesome injury, and replays showed the leg projecting at a nasty angle – a horrid break – when he hit the floor. Coaches and teammates wept for him as ...
By GLENN TUCKER
What do lawyers, a community newspaper, Ocean Drive Beach, a corrupt South Carolina state senator and Jerry Lee Lewis have in common?
Many years ago, I adopted the "wait till the next day" philosophy regarding letters I wrote to people which were penned in -- how shall we put this? -- the heat of battle.
In an age dominated by political enmity, bile and vitriol -- how's that for a hateful trio? -- the story of the friendship of former presidents George H. W. Bush and Bill Clinton gives us all a measure of hope that we can get past the ill feelings that so dominate our political landscape.
• "Glenn," writes my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County, "I'm not saying let's go kill all the stupid people. I'm just saying let's remove all the warning labels and let the problem work itself out."
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