Is it possible to love your pet too much?
I'm not much of a movie-goer -- maybe one a year, or two at the most.
My first Saturday night in office started at 8:00PM in the training room at the Sheriff's Office. I joined Sheriff's Deputies, Camden Police Officers, a couple of 16-year-old minors and two of my captains for a briefing by a Sheriff's Office investigator. He briefed everyone on our operations for the night. We were going to target stores in Kershaw County that could legally sell beer just to see if they would sell to these minors who were working "undercover" for us. Later that night SLED agents would join us as we also targeted Kershaw County bars ...
Making good on a campaign promise, the Republican-dominated 112th House of Representatives opened with a reading of the Constitution. But they copped out of reading some of the most thought-provoking parts.
NEW YORK -- While sorting through the perennial lip-pursing tempest about a certain word in Mark Twain's "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" -- the "N-word," as we now say it -- I turned for inspiration to the master himself.
"You want to do what?" I said.
Something I didn't do very well in 2010 was managing my family's personal finances.
We baby boomers begin to turn 65 this year, which gives us a new excuse to be grumpy.
Good morning, and please step into my office. I'm Dr. Tucker.
Of all the scientific studies that came out this past year, the most intriguing to me confirms an old theory: Adult politics are really an extension of which clique you joined in high school.
I refuse to make a New Year's Resolution this year.
In part two, I continue to recount my trek through Wyoming's Wind River Range. If you didn't catch part one, I will briefly get you up to speed: This past August, while looking to recharge mental strength and energy, I connected with the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) and its Rocky Mountain Light and Fast Backpacking Course. Our team, eight students and two instructors, hiked 140 miles in 13 days through the remote Wind River Range as we learned lightweight techniques like cooking one-pot meals, staying warm and dry with minimal gear, and honing backpacking skills including navigation ...
WASHINGTON -- Mr. Speaker, please don't.
NEW YORK -- It befalls the columnist this time of year to look back and recap; to assign blame and shame, while offering the obligatory mea culpa; and, of course, to resolve.
My voice bothers me. Hearing my intonation on an answering machine or a message makes me wince. But there's not really a thing I can do to change this, is there? Sure, I often enjoy cigars, and think perhaps this will give my pipes a deeper, raspier tone, but I don't honestly trust it'll Barry White my inflection.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
WASHINGTON -- Grade deflation is dead. Long live grade inflation!
Since I have lived in this area for about eight months now, I have made a discovery about Camden. There's quite a bit of music talent here, especially for a town this size. I have to also say that my opinion comes from just the musicians I know and have heard perform personally. I'm sure there are countless others I don't know about -- yet.
I watched Rory McIlroy win the PGA title Sunday, his third straight golf tournament victory and his second major title within three weeks.
I jokingly call my backyard "the wilderness." My house, built in 1912, sits fairly close to my downtown street, as is the custom in the Historic District in Sumter. The Victorian cast iron fence and neat little patch of grass in my front yard belie what is happening behind my house. The deck at the back of my house overlooks a very deep backyard filled with towering oak and pecan trees. Just over the fence at the rear of the yard is a magnificent willow oak which is probably 100 years old. It rises majestically above all and makes a ...
"Some of my friends are destitute. Some of them are beggars/But, for me, there's a subsidy if I spend my whole life preggers."
Yippee! It is August! We all know what that means. Is it the month when we celebrate Augustus Caesar? No. Is it the month when we have our sweat glands all working at full tilt? No. Is it the month that we get the air conditioning bill and faint dead away because it is higher than the GNP of Costa Rica? No.
So I received my first invitation to join AARP, complete with membership card, explanation of benefits, and even an offer for a groovy free tote bag.
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