An interesting intersection of circumstances has come up in regards to our roads.
My parents, according to the world's definition of "cool," were not. Neither drank nor did either ever possess a credit card. Groceries and clothing were paid for in cash, utilities paid by check, and the only monthly payments they ever allowed themselves were a mortgage for a house, a short-term loan for another farm, and a couple of cars bought, over time, and paid for quickly.
Though it's been many years since DuPont Co. maintained a sizeable presence here in Kershaw County, there are no doubt hundreds -- perhaps thousands -- of May Plant retirees who still hold the company's stock in their retirement fund and depend on it to maintain their standard of living.
WASHINGTON -- Greece looks poised to demand more debt relief, and Germany has already begun dismissing these demands. But if history is any guide, more rounds of restructuring are likely in store, and Greece's creditors should probably brace themselves for more, and bigger, haircuts.
I have written here before about how much I like Camden and Kershaw County. That's not just an attempt to get on and stay on "the good side" of those who have always called this wonderful place home. It really is from my heart, and I've lived in enough different places to be able to make that kind of determination. I know the difference.
"The man who dies … rich dies disgraced."
While listening to music and brainstorming topics for my column this weekend, an old favorite song popped into my head.
Here we are in the first days of 2015. Happily, I am beginning this new year by looking forward to the next chapter as I finally move from a house and location I outgrew years ago. As part of selling my house and moving, the process of packing has become a gigantic task of both what to keep and where to put it all. I never knew I had so many useless items until I filled garbage bags with high school yearbooks and other things I can neither assign memory or value. What I dearly love about nature, though, is ...
WASHINGTON -- If we can be serious for a moment: The president made an error in judgment by not sending someone with a higher profile than our ambassador to join world leaders Sunday at a solidarity rally in Paris.
I'm having to do it again. It's a compulsion, I suppose, but at least it's a good one, in my opinion. Once again, I see some people on Facebook or other spots on the internet calling for the utter destruction of "Muslims" or "Islam."
A few years ago, the magazine I have long loved -- Southern Living -- changed. Like most Southerners, I have an aversion to change which is why our traditions have such strangle hold. We never let go.
In 1858, James Chesnut Jr. was elected U.S. Senator from South Carolina. On Feb 15, 1859, this entry was recorded in portrait painter William H. Scarborough's account book, "of James Chesnut Sr., $113.35." The senior Chesnut was paying for the portrait painted by Scarborough of his son James, the newly elected U.S. Senator.
I have been actively involved in politics in South Carolina for almost 40 years, and what Gov. Nikki Haley and Attorney General Alan Wilson recently did in the Abbeville education case is without question the worst and most outrageous action I have ever seen. The Worst.
• If you're old enough, try to recall this scene:
WASHINGTON -- A crazy thing happened while you were recovering from your Christmas food coma, your friends were out buying booze for New Year's Eve and nonprofits were pleading for end-of-the-year donations: Americans finally started saying nice things about their economy.
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.