WASHINGTON -- A presidential race recently focused on high school has come to resemble a popularity contest of the same vintage.
My wife told me to write this column -- not that I wouldn't have written it on my own, eventually -- but, men, we all know we should do what the wife says, right?
I meet several times a year with the district's Student Cabinet, a group comprised of student government leaders from all four grade levels at each of our high schools. This group gives me a valuable perspective that I can't really get anywhere else. For example, the Student Cabinet was instrumental in the selection of new technology for our one-to-one computer program. It was actually pretty cool to watch. I asked the members of the Cabinet to come in and work with all the devices under consideration and give specific feedback. Their input was extremely insightful. This is a ...
Like a sequel to a bad horror movie, the "great vampire squid" is back.
As a political issue, same-sex marriage is like playing 3-D chess: Opponents of the idea need to move quickly because the game board is tilting slowly but steadily in favor of the other side.
Leftovers that got the editing whack from recent columns:
Four plus five equals nine. Six plus three also equals nine. Three plus three plus three equals nine, too.
As many of you have read, a group of interested citizens from Camden recently took a road trip. Dennis Stuber, First Citizens, and Karen Eckford, NBSC, organized and hosted a very educational and enlightening day. Thank you.
When I remember the kitchen in my teenage years, I know I have a much easier life. The kitchen had a large, one sided sink, a tiny icebox, which later became an even tinier refrigerator, and an oilcloth covered table with wooden chairs. The icebox required the services of the ice man and ran over quite frequently when I did not empty it. The refrigerator was eternally in need of defrosting, since no such thing as frostless or self-defrosting refrigerator existed. I hated the one sided sink, and, since I usually had to do the dishwashing -- company or family -- knew ...
WASHINGTON -- This past week's news cycle has produced two narratives:
At the U.S. Open last year, a 22-year-old Irish kid named Rory McIlroy swooped onto the Congressional Country Club and crushed the competition, besting second-place finisher Jason Day by a whopping eight strokes.
For half my life, I've wondered why in the world we still elect sheriffs in this country. I began wondering about that while working for a radio station 25 years ago in Dahlonega, Ga. Dahlonega sits in the -- no offense to anyone from there -- unfortunately named Lumpkin County.
So what if Elizabeth Warren claims to be part Native American Indian? She's entitled, according to historical documents. Besides, Americans never have been all that clear or consistent about what distinguishes one race from another.
WASHINGTON -- The squabbling between political campaigns and the harrumphing of pundits were put in proper perspective at, of all places, the White House Correspondents' Association (WHCA) dinner -- the annual Prom on the Potomac where 2,000 or so media members and movie stars gather to honor the president and admire one another.
What could be more American than encouraging a robust debate on one of the most controversial issues of the day? The answer -- for some on the left, anyway -- is: lie about your opponents and make a pathetic effort to discredit them.
WASHINGTON -- Monica Lewinsky is trying to make lemonade out of 16-year-old lemons. Good for her, and good, ultimately, for us.
July 27 marked the beginning of the most stressful week of my life. It began with the surprising news of my aunt's passing, and on top of having to deal with that, I also had to get through my last week of two summer classes and do work for two other classes that would end the following week.
Ben Bradlee became editor of The Washington Post the year I was born, 1965. He stepped down when I was 26, in 1991, the year after I moved to the Midlands of South Carolina.
A friend of mine, long embroiled in upsets, distractions, problems and tribulations, called one day to announce happily that she was learning to "let things roll right off my back."
Ebola is scary. It has scared the bejesus out of us here in South Carolina, nationally and literally all over the world.
The issue of road funding -- or, to put it slightly differently, the question of how South Carolina should fix its broken road system -- is now a constant topic in politics and the media. A fair number of state lawmakers have therefore begun to advocate what politicians always advocate when they don't want to make tough decisions about the budget: raising taxes, specifically the fuel tax.
WASHINGTON -- If politicians preying upon your attentions this season fail to inspire, you might seek common cause with the beasts -- the four-legged variety rather than those running for office.
The wild world of sports seems these days to be filled with thugs and hooligans. I really don't mean to paint such a large group of people with such a wide brush, so I'll say there are plenty of athletes, the majority in fact, who are honest, decent citizens who abide by the accepted rules of humanity in all or most of what they do. But, like in most groups, it's the bad apples who get the most attention.
It's said that Bear Bryant, the legendary football coach at Alabama, once remarked, "Every man thinks he knows how to do two things perfectly: grill a steak and coach a football team."
Trees are fascinating biological wonders. From ancient bristle cone pines and towering redwoods out west to our widely diverse Southern forests, the life cycle of a tree provides us with year-round interest. One of the most intriguing and beautiful results of a tree's life cycle is autumn color.
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