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.
Hello, my name is Jim and I'm a hypochondriac.
Hard cases made bad law, an old legal saying goes. So, I suppose, do sad cases. The sad case of John Edwards could lead to sadder law.
The General Assembly will be back at the Statehouse tomorrow to continue work on items that were included in the concurrent resolution extending the session. These items are the budget, gubernatorial vetoes, conference and free conference reports, redistricting, and appointments. This end-of-session resolution is called a Sine Die Resolution because it dictates how and when the General Assembly will conclude the session. To adjourn sine die means to adjourn for an indefinite period. So when we adjourn sine die, the General Assembly does not plan to meet – barring any emergencies – until the constitutionally mandated date of the second Tuesday in ...
I haven't collected comic books since my late 20s. I was still working in radio at the time, not making much money, but spending most of it on a superhero habit I could no longer sustain.
Matt Dillon's dead, and the bad guys in the hereafter had better be watching their backs.
For years, elected officials and residents have wished for an alternative to Rhame Arena, which has become a shell of what it once was. For years, we have envisioned an active, vibrant recreation center that can become a haven for our youth, an asset for our elderly and a shining light for our city. For years, we have heard much talk but seen little action.
I was browsing through a community newspaper recently -- not this one -- when I came across photos from the senior prom at a particular high school.
Trigger warning: This column will include discussion of ideas which may conflict with your own.
I am a musician, so I am, of course, also a big music fan. As far back as my memory can stretch, way before I ever learned to play an instrument, I loved to listen to music. Mostly it was on the radio, but my parents and older sister had a few record albums, too.
Nothing instills fear in the heart and soul of humans as does a snake. Since the beginning of recorded history, snakes have been a symbol of evil, treachery, poison, etc., and because of this perception, misinformation and folklore, most people hate snakes. Personally I have no problem with snakes; roaches and tarantulas are a different story, but a snake? No worries.
WASHINGTON -- You know we're off to the races when the first slip of the tongue by the presumed Republican presidential front-runner consumes the news for days and launches the primary race in earnest.
I have a picture -- probably my favorite of my parents -- which sits on my desk in my office at home. It was taken circa 1960, give or take a year or two, on the evening of the West Point Founder's Day ball.
More than 60 percent of us who live in South Carolina today were born here. As native South Carolinians, we grew up imbibing the history, heritage and myths of the South. And there is no stronger myth of the South than the myth of the Lost Cause, as beautifully and brilliantly portrayed by the 1939 romantic historical film epic, Gone With the Wind.
Last week, I revealed my birthday wish come true of traveling to New Orleans next month -- my No. 1 choice of cities to visit I've never been in before.
It was over Sunday dinner when my sister told me what I did not know. A childhood friend, the red-headed, freckle-faced girl with laughing eyes and the brightest sense of humor possible, was sitting vigil with her husband as death crept close.
One of the groups I meet with on a regular basis is Student Cabinet, which is made up of students from each of our three high schools. It's always interesting and informative for me to hear the insights, opinions and perspectives from this very formidable group of young people. They don't hold back on what they think, which is a good thing.
It is a rare occurrence, but occasionally in the world of professional sports an individual comes along who becomes the standard bearer for his particular field of competition.
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