While not as earth-shattering as the events of Sept. 11, 2001, I still remember the images of April 16, 2007.
Free at last; free at last; someone kicked an obnoxious bonehead out on her, ah, ear.
Ah, summer is finally here.
Through a set of circumstances that comes up about this time each year, I've been cooking for myself lately.
Hope is still alive for former Rep. Anthony "the Twitter" Weiner. In today's America, failure is only the first step to your next success, even when your personality gives new meaning to the term "outgoing."
Rory McIlroy cemented his status as one of golf's future stars with his record-setting performance at last weekend's U.S. Open Championship.
NEW YORK -- Sunday marked my 24th Father's Day as a columnist, my 26th since my son uttered "Dada," and my 16th since my own father joined the legions of Interesting People in the Hereafter.
It never ceases to amaze me.
"Down in the valley, the valley so low, for late in the evening hear the train blow." Who of the pre-World War II generation does not remember that old folk song or sang it? And who of that generation does not remember the plaintive wailing of a distant train whistle? Those are a few of the nostalgic memories most of my generation have as we look back on the bygone times when trains and railroads played a much more prominent role in our lives.
When David Simon, creator of HBO's late dramatic crime series "The Wire," heard through news media that Atty. Gen. Eric Holder wanted to see the series return for a sixth season, he offered the nation's top prosecutor a deal
Father's Day never fails to stress me out, and I'm not just saying that because I'm convinced that no one will care that my birthday is the very next day.
You know one of the things I really like about horse racing?
Race relations have undergone a curious flip-flop. Polls show that blacks feel more optimistic about the nation's future than whites do, despite the Great Recession that's giving everybody the blues.
NEW YORK -- Here we go all over again. Read my lips and bring 'em on. It's the economy, stupid. Gotcha!
Potential presidential contender Jon Huntsman, known as a Harley Davidson enthusiast in his home state of Utah, may soon hit the road as an official candidate for the Republican Party, but he'll need more than a shiny motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket to electrify voters in South Carolina.
Last week, I called for going after ISIL (or ISIS or IS, the Islamic State as it wants to call itself now), in full force. Admittedly, I wasn't very specific about that. Some may have thought I meant "boots on the ground," as opposed to only the air strikes the U.S. has already participated in.
When business called Tink back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
Around this time of year I get the hankering to head for the hills -- the North Carolina mountains, actually -- and this year the itch is coming on pretty heavily.
Years ago, Holiday Inn had a slogan: "The best surprise is no surprise at all."
You've heard of grade inflation? Welcome to the world of degree inflation.
"No day shall erase you from the memory of time." - Virgil
It's been said, with some degree of accuracy, the newspaper business is dying. At the Chronicle-Independent we're inclined to disagree with that, at least when it comes to this paper, and I'll tell you why. Let me assure you, it's not because it's where we work and where our paychecks come from, although we do honestly appreciate it. It's because we simply are the only source our readers have for the news that really matters to them on a local, personal level.
Customers can be so demanding.
As I write these words, I'm sitting on a rustic dock overlooking a beautiful, placid pond on a coastal South Carolina island. I'm surrounded by nothing but God's creations and natural beauty.
Saturday, I watched a film adaptation of the short story, "Children on Their Birthdays" by Truman Capote, which is one of my favorite short stories. The film is pretty similar to the book with little to no alterations.
Betrothed women of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your husbands' names.
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