Few people know or would believe that I have often been a rider. Although living in Camden, the home of the Carolina Cup, and touring England, the site of Epsom Downs, I never rode or attended there. How, then, could I be writing about riding? My mother, a widow at 40 with two young children, left us to our own devices as long as she could check on us out the window. If we were actively playing, she did not intervene. Without a television, money or radio, we had to use our own imaginations for activities. Climbing trees and riding ...
February 10, 2014|
By Jean Pruett
C-I contributing columnist
In our youthful years we all had heroes of one kind or another. I sure did. Some are athletes. In my day that included Bart Starr, Roger Staubach and Tony Dorsett. Some are musicians. In my day they were The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, KISS and earlier, yes, I'll admit it -- The Partridge Family.
Singles Awareness Day (SAD) is coming up in about two weeks and for those of us who currently recognize this day … because we're single … preparatory tactics are now underway. Yes, Feb. 14 is right around the corner. Don't believe me? Visit any drug store and tell me if you aren't bombarded with pink, glittery, sparkly, heart-shaped, Teddy-beared, floral explosions of commercially motivated depictions of love.
For almost 25 years, we have worked together on a variety of issues to promote unity over division, build a common agenda for the advancement of public education, and create economic opportunities for all South Carolinians.
February 05, 2014|
By the Rev. Joe Darby and John Rainey
If none of this makes sense, my apologies -- I'm writing this in a Type A Flu-induced fugue. Also, please know that I did not watch, read or listen to the president's State of the Union speech the other night. Yes, I voted for Mr. Obama, twice, but I realized something as I began seeing dribs and drabs about the speech online: while the specifics may be different from year to year, we've heard most of what is contained in such speeches, decade after decade, regardless of who's in the Oval Office.
Sometimes I think I'm becoming the typical "grumpy old man." There are some things that bother me much more than in my younger years. But there's something that has bothered me since my teens and that's people who simply don't know how to drive. Believe me, there are many of them out there.
When I arrived at work Monday morning, I found a sticky note message on my desk from my boss that reminded me to turn off my space heater when leaving work. Apparently I had left it running when I left on Friday. Upon reading that, my stomach literally felt like the bottom fell out … you know the feeling of being on an amusement park ride and taking a sudden drop. That's what I felt.