In an old family bible that my brother owns, there is a story of how our great-great-grandfather escaped from a Union prison. He was a Confederate soldier, captured and sent to a prison in Illinois. He somehow escaped, stole an Indian canoe and floated down the Mississippi River to an area between Arkansas and Mississippi. He got out on the Arkansas side and tried to swim across and nearly drowned. He was finally able to cross the river with the help of some others and walked to Baird, Miss.
Perhaps you remember when Dr. Doom conquered the world.
Many years ago, I adopted the "wait till the next day" philosophy regarding letters I wrote to people which were penned in -- how shall we put this? -- the heat of battle.
On the afternoon of February 15, 2013, the famed Beard Collection began to arrive at the Camden Archives and Museum. On March 5, the last large load arrived around 1 p.m. and the archives was a beehive of activity, with police and firemen carrying collection items in from trucks, cars and vans. As our new curator of collections, Rickie Good, and I checked items in, Mr. Beard told stories and related anecdotes about each one while it was being photographed by the police camera man. This significant collection represents many voices through the years it spans -- from 1514 to ...
I think it's safe to say that I'm on my way to beer snob-dom.
When I was young, I remember arriving home to find Mom's face was awash with concern and intent. She told me there was a fire down in the pinewoods below the neighborhood. We were evacuating. I remember feeling intrigued by it all. The seriousness never set in until some of my closest friends lost their homes to the flames.
WASHINGTON -- The media love optics and no one understands this better than President Obama.
There is something that has been bothering me lately. And no, I'm not referring to the fact that there will never again be a new episode of 30 Rock (RIP Liz Lemon) or the fact that the writers of Downton Abbey (SPOILER ALERT) decided to kill off two of the most likable characters on the show in particularly gruesome fashions. My beef is with something that we are servants to almost every single day of our lives -- stoplights.
This week is Sunshine Week, that week of the year where journalists, especially in the newspaper business emphasize the importance of freedom of information acts (FOIA) and open government. Sunshine Week is a joint effort of the American Society of News Editors (ASNE) and the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press (RCFP). It's called Sunshine Week because the observation started in Florida by that state's press association in 2003. Florida is, of course, the Sunshine State.
In January, KershawHealth's accounting firm, Dixon Hughes Goodman LLP, presented its annual audit report to the Board of Trustees. Dixon Hughes Goodman is one of the country's most respected Certified Public Accountant (CPA) firms and the largest based in the South. The audit report was excellent, and the auditors commented specifically on KershawHealth's outstanding accounting department. The CPAs found no areas which were substandard or issues to be addressed in connection with their audit. The report was gratifying because it reiterates that despite current challenges, KershawHealth continues to maintain the highest financial standards.
WASHINGTON -- Excuse me while I roll my eyes over the latest "mommy war."
In an age dominated by political enmity, bile and vitriol -- how's that for a hateful trio? -- the story of the friendship of former presidents George H. W. Bush and Bill Clinton gives us all a measure of hope that we can get past the ill feelings that so dominate our political landscape.
English teachers border on the unstable, especially when it comes to the misuse of grammar! Newspaper copy containing errors causes them to receive telephone calls from acquaintances wanting them to censure the writing. Highway signs can cause physical discomfort for misspellings, apostrophe misuse, or substitution of a comma for a semicolon or vice versa. Some teachers solve their problems by making their tests consist of true-false or choice questions (a/b/c/d). Although many conscientious individuals still teach essay or theme writing, their students, for the most part, just look at the final grade, not reading the notations -- certainly ...
It's official: South Carolina has lost its mind.
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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