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.
Just a couple days ago I was discussing the greatest inventions of mankind with my lunch bunch.
Many years ago, when I was a fresh-faced, full-of-spit-and-vinegar young reporter, I wrote a story indicating that a local church had hired a new minister.
You're no doubt aware that Pope Benedict XVI has announced his upcoming resignation, becoming the first pontiff to step down in 598 years.
The United States is facing grave situations both home and abroad that threaten the very survival of our country as we know it.
I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I miss the days when I was -- a few decades ago, when the sport was indeed the national pastime and was the primary topic of conversation whenever boys of any age -- from 7 to 70 -- got together.
I was in Boston recently and just down from our hotel, in the heart of the Back Bay, is the Berklee College of Music.
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