WASHINGTON -- Most would agree that one would have to stoop pretty low to question the story of a man's mother's death.
"Journalism" is not a word one should attach to the now, thankfully, defunct News of the World. It certainly didn't practice the type of journalism we here at the C-I engage in ... and never will, I might add.
WASHINGTON -- I'd like to speak up for Michelle Obama's 1,700-calorie lunch the other day at Shake Shack. ShackBurger, 490 calories. Fries, 470. Chocolate shake, 740.
C. H. "Herb" Leaird, CEO of Black River Electric Cooperative, Inc., recently wrote, "Do you have a recollection of when electric power was extended to the Cassatt area? We want to assemble a more accurate history of Black River Electric Cooperative, Inc. Will you help us in Kershaw County?"
It is with a mixture of outrage and envy that an old-school newspaper veteran like me views Great Britain's newspaper hacking scandal.
On the Maine island where Wife Nancy and I spend time, I come in contact with lots of tourists -- over the course of a season, thousands of them who visit Acadia National Park.
As much as I tried to avoid being drawn in by the reality-TV drama known as the Casey Anthony trial, I was jerked alert by its conclusion, the most controversial murder acquittal since that of O.J. Simpson.
Most people are taught early on that they will not always get what they want in life. It's a lesson gained through personal experience, taught in schools, preached in churches and even the title of one of my favorite songs by the Rolling Stones," You Can't Always Get What You Want."
For most of us, it's the season of sun, sand and backyard barbecues. But the U.S. Conference of Mayors seems to think it's Christmas.
Washington -- A debt crisis is a terrible thing to waste in a presidential election season, and Democrats and Republicans alike are responding on cue.
At the Governor's budget veto briefing, her Deputy Chief of Staff was tasked with explaining to the members of the legislature why the Governor vetoed roughly $105 million from the $5.8 billion General Fund budget and the entire $107 million Capital Reserve Appropriations bill.
I've been informed that my book, "Angry Management," has been removed from your summer reading list because a concerned parent, Douglas Berry, brought the "number of expletives" in the text to the attention of your district's Director of Communications.
It's hard for a social commentator to keep up with all of the legal, moral and political lessons offered up by the still-unfolding Dominique Strauss-Kahn sex mess. But the most important is this: Don't rush to judgment.
One of the most important things we do as a council is set aside money in the budget each year for infrastructure improvements.
Traveling by air in the United States is a pain these days.
After I wrote a column last week detailing my secret dream of becoming a symphony conductor, my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County called me.
WASHINGTON -- When postal worker Doug Hughes -- otherwise known as the gyrocopter dude -- landed his gizmo on the West Lawn of the Capitol, he wasn't worried about being shot down, he says.
In what could be considered an extension of my column from last week, which was about the misuse and abuse of government programs such as "food stamps," EBT cards and welfare, I've been giving the matter a lot of thought on a broader scale.
It is often said South Carolina is a big small town where everyone knows everyone else. And if we don't know someone personally, then it's usually "I know who they are."
WASHINGTON -- Here we go. If you're a woman who might prefer someone other than Hillary Clinton as the next president of the United States, you're a self-loathing, anti-woman traitor.
By now, everyone has weighed in on the various police transgressions all over the country.
Much has been made in the last few years about the disconnect between children and nature. Richard Louv popularized the issue in his best-selling book, Last Child in the Woods. While the trend isn't necessarily intentional, it cannot be ignored either. The awareness we are attached to something more is a key component to our continued existence upon Earth. Fortunately, I think the roots of this respect are already planted in the passions of the most perfect people, our children.
Who would have thought a goofy looking guy with bad teeth from Britain named John Oliver could make us laugh so hard about the insanity of American government excesses, healthcare bureaucracy and even something as seemingly boring as net neutrality?
To be honest, I was more than a mite worried. I was plenty worried. My husband, raised not in the South or in the country, wanted a chainsaw. The one farm accessory which has brought down many a man. From an early age, I was taught respect for that chewing, sawing, respect-for-no-man power tool.
I was extremely pleased earlier this year to be invited with school board Chairman Ron Blackmon to participate in the Kershaw County Council planning retreat. It was a very informative experience for both of us. At the retreat, I was asked to outline what I see as the school district's most critical challenges. I've since been asked by several other groups to do the same presentation, so I thought what I had to say might be of interest.
If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
WASHINGTON -- Americans, perhaps more than anyone, worship the future and resent the past.
I read with great interest last week news reports about a lawmaker in Missouri proposing tighter restrictions on what food products would be allowed to be purchased using an Electronic Benefits Transfer (EBT) card. The EBT card is the modern-day equivalent of what is commonly called "food stamps," and is a government-provided program for people of lower income to acquire food. EBT cards have a benefit amount credited to them each month and at the store function the same as a debit or credit card.
Springtime in the South comes with a guarantee of two things: great clouds of pollen and azaleas in full bloom. Springtime in the golf world means it's finally time for the Masters. My husband, an avid, albeit average golfer, was glued to the television when the Masters was being played. It was nirvana for him when his spring break fell during Masters Week. He could watch it every minute it was on the air. Of course, he was watching and appreciating the game of golf. I, on the other hand, was gawking at the golf course at Augusta every ...
You think you're alone on the highway. You're sure of it -- not a soul in the rear view, not a glimmer on the horizon. Not even a billboard or bridge abutment.