As an Atlanta Hawks fan, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that new team owner Alex Meruelo stays busy diving into the details of his recent purchase as pro basketball deals with what in all likelihood will be a long and combative player lockout.
Friday morning's national news headlines brought this one from USAToday.com: "School board removes Sherlock Holmes novel as derogatory to Mormons."
As our birthdays accumulate, eventually we may reach one which causes us to stop, reflect, remember the past, and then to compare it to the present. On July 15, 2011, I had such a birthday, my 83rd.
OK, people: chill out. Breathe. Relax.
Has the tea party peaked? Republican lawmakers affiliated with the upstart anti-tax movement scored big in the nerve-wracking debt-ceiling debacle, but the victory left enough hard feelings to feed the movement's ultimate downfall.
Unless you've been burrowed in a hermit's hole somewhere for the last few years, you know that there has never been a more volatile time for businesses.
Republicans in South Carolina may soon be in line for a love affair with Texas Gov. Rick Perry. That is, if he decides to run for president. So why would South Carolina voters like him? Well, for one, he's not Mitt Romney. Perry is a cotton farmer's son who speaks with a ton of Texas twang, while Romney is an Ivy League-educated "Yankee" from Massachusetts.
This session the South Carolina General Assembly addressed redistricting, the process of reconfiguring election districts that is required every ten years in order to reflect population changes reported in the latest U.S. Census. It is a painstaking task to ensure that state legislative and congressional districts are equal in population, guaranteeing each person's vote is equally represented in the state legislature and in the U.S. House of Representatives.
A "sugar-coated Satan sandwich." That's what Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, a Missouri Democrat and chairman of the Congressional Black Caucus, called the bipartisan deal to raise the debt ceiling -- as he announced he was voting for it.
Once upon a time I wrote fiction. No, C-I critics, I don't mean any of my articles. Those are about real life, real people, real events.
It is only in comparison to today's Republican Party, divided between its old-school establishment and its Tea Party zealots, that today's Democrats look unified.
I got a call from a school board member recently asking what to do when her board goes into executive session and then talks about things that cannot legally be discussed there.
I am not ashamed to admit that, at the instant the ref blows his final whistle and the scoreboard flaunts her last digits, a palpable degree of sadness, of disappointment comes over me like a dark cloud stealing the sun's warmth on a winter day. Reality sets in. Football season is over. The rivalries and intensity, the festivities and friends, the tradition -- all will be missed until next season. And I'm not alone. For many, it's about playing the game but, in more, watching the game. The game, defined one way as "a physical competition conducted according ...
Last year, I wrote a column defending MTV's popular reality show, "Teen Mom."
Back when I was in journalism school -- in the days when Gutenberg was still trying to figure out movable type and four guys named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John were just starting to jot down their thoughts -- we were always taught to be subtle when writing opinion pieces.
Hey, y'all! I am Jim McGowan. I am the most recent addition to the award-winning staff of the Chronicle-Independent. I can only hope to live up to their high standards. It will not be easy. I will be the Localife editor and cover the education beat.
A federal nutrition program that places new restrictions on snacks and beverages sold in schools also provides an opportunity for some fresh thinking about school fundraisers.
I remember once I was giving a presentation about important conservation properties in the Piedmont. I showed photos of the incredible rock formations on a particular property and happened to mention their age in an effort to describe their grandeur. Afterwards, I was confronted by an indignant man who told me that the age of rocks cannot be known. He accused me of making those figures up out of thin air. Surprised by his vociferous tone, I told him I was sorry to have upset him. While not a confrontational person, I am a teacher, and I began to politely ...
WASHINGTON -- "Checked the tax code," wrote a friend who's engaged to a woman from a low-tax country. "Unfortunately, marrying [my fiancee] does not entitle me to a tax inversion like the big U.S. companies are getting. Thanks for nothing, IRS."
Their histories, accurate and complete, are lost to time and buried with them and those who knew them. I wish I knew more for their stories would read like a page-turning novel.
OK, OK, yes I'm talking Star Trek again, but hang on, this is really more about newspapers than Star Trek. All right, maybe 50-50.
In 1964, the World's Fair was in New York City. I was 6 years old and went with my parents and older sister to the fair. New York City seemed like a different world to a little boy from Dexter, Mo., but it was all good. We rode on subway trains, we had cheeseburgers in a diner where the staff had funny accents and rode the Staten Island Ferry and saw the Statue of Liberty. I saw a billboard that had the Marlboro man blowing smoke out of his mouth. We were living it up.
In the quest to answer the many questions I receive about trees, see below for part three in the continuing series.
If you have a serious case of wanderlust -- an insatiable desire to see new places and experience unique customs -- then you'll probably envy Alisa Johnson of Seattle, Wash.
Is it hypocritical for a really, really rich person to object to rising inequality?
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