Ronald Reagan was already in office by the time I turned 18 in 1983 and was eligible to vote. The next year, however, I cast my first vote for president: for Reagan to have a second term.
Conservatives express shock and horror over political correctness, which they roughly define as the Orwellian suppression of any frank discussion about issues that liberals hold dear. But conservatives practice their own PC, too. "Freedom fries," anyone?
Gosh, life is good, and it's the people around us who help make it so.
One evening last year when I pulled into my driveway, there was an unfamiliar car parked in front of my house and there was a man wearing a uniform, standing by the car. As I got closer, I recognized the uniform as a Richland County Sheriff's Department uniform. This officer identified himself to me and said that if I was elected sheriff, he and his partner would like to come work for me. He handed me an envelope containing their resumes.
"What if they gave a war and nobody came? So goes an old Vietnam War era bumper sticker. I've got an update in mind: What if they gave a war and nobody paid attention?
The more months and years I acquire in this here world, the more I realize how pointless it is to plan. Planning ruins things.
NEW YORK -- Whether the topic is Libya's rebels or Afghanistan's "reconciliation" with the Taliban, the pivotal question is, or should be: What about the women?
Captain Stephen D. Lee, CSA wrote on April 13, 1861 that, "We then proceeded at once to Fort Johnson (James Island), which we reached at 4 a. m. (April 12), and to Captain George S. James, commanding at that post, gave the order to open fire at the time indicated. His first shell was fired at 4:30 a. m….."
If there are times when you think that we publish a lot of KershawHealth stories in this paper, there's a very good reason for that.
Donald Trump has joined the "birthers," the odd movement that questions President Barack Obama's Hawaii birth certificate. That's a good way for the celebrity billionaire to sound like he's making a serious run for the Republican presidential nomination, which he says he is considering. It also makes him sound like a secret agent for the Democrats.
One spring evening 50 years ago, Buddy Small hit a baseball that his friends and teammates can vividly recall. This home run is a standalone legend. Against Columbia High, at the old Legion Field next to Zemp Stadium, Buddy turned a fast ball into a towering drive that either brushed or cleared the lights in left field. Anything traveling that high and fast should have a stewardess handing out peanuts and Cokes.
WASHINGTON -- In his speech last Monday night to a public thoroughly, and understandably, befuddled about U.S. policy in Libya, President Obama began to fill in some important blanks. The White House would dispute this assessment, but Obama's remarks came unfortunately late. Rallying the public behind "kinetic military action," my favorite new phrase, requires explanations sooner rather than later. This is especially true when it is a kinetic action of choice, not necessity; in the nervous aftermath of Iraq and Afghanistan; and in the relentless context of a 24/7 news cycle.
So you think we Americans know ourselves? New census numbers reveal that a lot of our 20th century racial and ethnic assumptions are overdue for an overhaul.
If you would have asked me 10 years ago if I felt older or younger than I was at the time, I would have definitely said that I felt older. I mean, really, what 15-year-old doesn't think that she or he knows everything?
I could tell by my husband's face the news wasn't good. It was a scenario my doctor and I had not discussed. Prior to my surgery, I had only imagined a positive outcome. In fact, I wanted the procedure on my knee done as soon as possible. I thought, "Great. I'll be running again in about three weeks. That's good for me." Then, BAMM! (Funny how life can do that and so quickly!) It does it in such a way that we are at times completely blindsided. I should have listened to all my voicemails that ...
Tax inversions. Double Irish with a Dutch sandwich. Spinning off tangible assets into real estate investment trusts. Son-of-BOSS shelters.
I completed my bachelor's degree the first week of August, so I was thrilled to snag a job at the Chronicle-Independent a little more than a week later.
It has become somewhat of an art for me, that of studying Southern culture and deciphering what makes us different from others as well as downright peculiar among ourselves.
Our family has spent many a pleasant summer day with several families from the Dillon area and the experience is always enjoyable and the manner in which they address their friends, neighbors and kinfolk is like taking a step back in the "Old South." Everyone seems to have a prefix or you are a tourist just stopping by.
There is no longer any doubt that America still has a long way to go before it can say that it has grown beyond the prejudices and fear and tragic cycle of action and reaction when it comes to relations between blacks and whites.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
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