"A hootenanny" -- that was the scene 48 years ago in Oct. 1964 on the campus of North Carolina State University.
On the night of Barack Obama's presidential election victory, Americans seemed to shed our troubled legacy of racism. Or did we?
Every year in May, a community member named Bob Watkins invites me to speak to the Golden Club, a really fun group of local retirees that meets for breakfast once a week. Generally, I use this opportunity to talk about the accomplishments of school year. I thought I'd share some of the same highlights in this month's column. It's been another great year! Our students and our staff continue to achieve at an impressive level. Following are just a few examples:
Bear with me as I put a little of my comic book geek on to make a point about what makes the front pages of this newspaper.
Time's old adage says, "More money, more problems," but I think the problems come when people realize they have more choices available when they have more money.
Financially, the city of Camden is in great shape. Stockpiling citizen tax revenue is neither good for the citizen paying the tax or for the city not investing accordingly. Financial stability is not about how much the city collects, but about how well the monies are used. Without increasing your property taxes, the city has made significant progress by assessing requirements and strategically planning without taxing and spending.
Let's give Wisconsin voters some credit. While others try to find easy right-vs.-left explanations for Gov. Scott Walker's decisive victory, Badger State voters appeared to be worried less about politics than about their state's purse.
Seldom have I witnessed such a gross malfunctioning of local governments as that which has developed in Camden and Kershaw County over the future of recreation programs to serve the citizenry.
You might have seen the segment on TV recently that spotlighted a guy who had virtually no musical talent, then dived one day into the shallow end of a pool and suffered a severe head injury, and days later sat down at a piano and played it like a virtuoso.
Regardless of the outcome of Monday's rain delayed French Open final, the record books were destined to change.
Tobacco was an important part of life in Georgia during the thirties and forties. Every man smoked -- a pipe, cigar, or cigarette. Farmers raised tobacco as a money crop and their own use. Most women did not smoke; if they did so, they did it in private, certainly not on the street. My mother considered women who smoked to be "hussies," although she dipped snuff. I cannot remember her, in her few times of leisure, without a dip of snuff and a twig in her mouth and a spit can by her side. I certainly was not interested in becoming ...
WASHINGTON -- For the past year, we've been relentlessly reminded that Republicans didn't especially love their front-running presidential candidate.
Psychological experts are engaged in a heated debate over a curiously underappreciated issue of our times: should "narcissistic personality disorder" continue to viewed as a mental illness? Or should we concede, in my view, that mirror-kissing personalities have become not only the norm but a national passion.
"We have tried negotiation with the (Obama) administration and legislation with the Congress -- and we'll keep at it -- but there's still no fix. Time is running out."
Whenever you get a promotion, or a new, better job somewhere else -- as you take on more responsibility -- you leave something behind.
Hello, my name is Jimmy and I'm a hypochondriac.
Many people have crossed the path of my life, but only one crossed it from three different directions. Don Light, one of Nashville's most admired powerbrokers and star makers, was meant to be part of my life. I say this repeatedly because I encountered him through friends in country music, Southern gospel and NASCAR racing.
When we examine our experiences over time, our recollections of some of them stand out like posts supporting our "fence of life." These are memories we will never forget. Some refer to them as "muscle" memories, very strong ones.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
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