As a reporter, I am very thankful for South Carolina's Freedom of Information Act (FOIA). You should be, too.
They're mad -- mad as hell! -- and they're taking their anger to the streets.
On Feb. 4, 1904, the Camden Chronicle and the Wateree Messenger were joined by a third newspaper in Camden, the People, whose editor was J. A. Shrock. In his first issue editor Shrock introduced a serial feature, "Graded School Compositions," which appeared in almost every issue until late May 1904. Shrock explained, "The editor was unfortunate … to secure only a limited education, and feels the keenest interest in assisting others who were more fortunate than himself."
Five months ago, 14-year-old Jamey Rodemeyer sat down in his bedroom and recorded an anti-bullying message on his computer's webcam.
I have decided to endorse Herman Cain to be the Republican Party's candidate for president. No, I am not crazy.
From the mailbag:
Dark clouds have been lifted, giving way to blue (and white and orange and black and garnet) skies -- football season is back. For this, fans of every age and team color are grateful. And with immense pride and bliss, they don the jersey of their beloved team; their team that will go all the way this season. At least that's what we, the fans, want to believe; it's what we hold on to year after year as if "it" was the winning lottery ticket; a victorious season in our clutches. Fans want to believe this is the moment ...
WASHINGTON -- Jobs, jobs, jobs, we keep hearing. But for whom, whom, whom?
It sometimes seems odd that South Carolina voters can play the role of kingmaker in presidential campaigns.
When you want to know, and more importantly, understand, what's going on in town, we are your No. 1 source for local news. When I say "we," I mean local community papers like ours.
Last month's column focused on South Carolina's abysmal, fourth-highest in the nation unemployment rate. I have come across some information in the last couple of weeks that has given me a lot to think about as I look for ways the state can encourage job creation in South Carolina.
Suddenly, Campaign 2012 is looking like deja vu all over again. Remember how President Barack Obama's fast rise to the White House was boosted here and there by remarkably unlucky opponents? The Republican challengers to his reelection seem almost determined to help him to get lucky one more time.
Do AMC's "Mad Men," ABC's "Pan Am," NBC's "The Playboy Club" and BBC America's "The Hour" exploit society's barely suppressed appetite for a more sexist, racist and conservative era? Fear not. The underlying message in these depictions of the bad old days is clear: We should be better than that now, even when we aren't.
Forty-two years ago, Wife Nancy -- she was Girlfriend Nancy back then -- gave me an etching of a little boy standing on a rocky shoreline in Maine.
During the past few years it has become increasingly obvious that baseball is no longer America's past-time. The NFL has taken over that mantle as pro football now garners more money and more eyeballs than any other sport.
I completed my bachelor's degree the first week of August, so I was thrilled to snag a job at the Chronicle-Independent a little more than a week later.
Tax inversions. Double Irish with a Dutch sandwich. Spinning off tangible assets into real estate investment trusts. Son-of-BOSS shelters.
It has become somewhat of an art for me, that of studying Southern culture and deciphering what makes us different from others as well as downright peculiar among ourselves.
Our family has spent many a pleasant summer day with several families from the Dillon area and the experience is always enjoyable and the manner in which they address their friends, neighbors and kinfolk is like taking a step back in the "Old South." Everyone seems to have a prefix or you are a tourist just stopping by.
There is no longer any doubt that America still has a long way to go before it can say that it has grown beyond the prejudices and fear and tragic cycle of action and reaction when it comes to relations between blacks and whites.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
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