The belly putter needs to go. That seems to be the consensus in the world of golf, except of course, for some of the world's top players that still use it.
For the last 100 years, KershawHealth has been guided by its mission to care for everyone, and we believe that has made for a stronger community and a better hospital. Today, we continue to hold fast to that mission in spite of the seismic shifts occurring in healthcare.
WASHINGTON -- A variety of insults have been deployed in opposition to Susan Rice's likely nomination for secretary of state: she is not qualified; she's too aggressive; she "misled" the public following the lethal attack on the American consulate in Libya.
In its never-ending effort to avoid misleading language in news coverage, the Associated Press Stylebook has decided to declare "Islamophobia," "homophobia" and presumably other non-clinical uses of the word "phobia" to be a new taboo.
I'm 64 years old, and I'm no closer to figuring out life's why-things-happen-the-way-they-do mystery than I was when I was a teenage pup.
A Nov. 16, 2012, op-ed by Lucian Truscott IV published in The New York Times declares that our post-World War II military leadership has traded true fighting spirit for "talk shows and photo spreads" and "military-spec business suits" and, therefore, has failed to succeed in battle since "the stalemated Korean War." Truscott's linkage between alleged military failures and a general officer population of "strutting military peacocks" is readily contradicted by the two men he invokes, George Patton and Lucian Truscott Jr., his own grandfather.
I've heard that one of the hardest things to do in life is to bury your own child. I can't imagine, but don't think I'm too far off in thinking that it would be especially hard when a young son or daughter has lost their life to other young sons and daughters.
Good things come to those who wait. And in this story, the good things are truly wonderful and have emerged as being undeniably worth the wait. At times, this "wait" was home to several Mr. Wrongs and one or two Prince Charming wannabees. But over the years, the reservoir of patience reached a high and its depth paid off in an unexpected way. You see, my sister, two years my junior, is getting married this weekend. Her patience is the victor here, and life, the joy decided to happen, as she was busy making other plans.
WASHINGTON -- Much speculation has followed the private luncheon between President Obama and Mitt Romney, about which little is known.
Nobody will be as excited for spring as the University of Missouri. With the school's rude awakening to SEC football finally over, the Tigers' time to shine is almost here with the conference's basketball season set to begin in only a few weeks.
At the beginning of my mayoral race, we conducted a survey to identify the concerns of Camden voters. Given our apparent community division about recreation, we found to our surprise that voters were mainly concerned about jobs. Recreation was fifth on the list.
After graduating from Bethune High School in 1936 where he played football for four years, for a short time a young Carroll G. King drove a log-hauling truck for a timber company. The title of this column describes the next venture of Carroll's, establishing his own timber company.
WASHINGTON -- As events have unfolded in what shall ever be known as "The Petraeus Affair," one cannot escape noticing that the women in this sordid saga have been handed the short end of the shtick, as though the men are mere victims of ambitious, hormonally driven vixens.
I shivered slightly when I realized that this Friday night, Dec. 7, is the exact five year anniversary of the night 17-year-old Camden High School student Michael Smith died of a single gunshot blast to the chest, the first and so far only Kershaw County victim of a gang-related shooting.
Our Public Works Department's street and electric crews have been diligently working to decorate the city for Christmas. Thanks to their efforts, you will see some new and different additions to downtown. Earlier in the year, an ad-hoc committee was formed to assist in enhancing the holiday décor along DeKalb and Broad streets. The committee consisted of several downtown merchants, two other business representatives with good design sense (in my opinion) and two city staff -- with yours truly as the ring leader. We presented our recommendations to city council this fall and they were approved after a few ...
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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