I'll say this for the Supreme Court's decision to open the floodgates to big money by independent groups in political campaigns. It will be illuminating and, I am certain, often entertaining to watch the big money trip over itself.
The most awkward hot dog lunch in U.S. history must have taken place March 5, 2008. On that spring day four years ago, Sen. John McCain traveled to Washington, D.C., to enjoy a nice ball park frank at the White House before happily signing his presidential campaign death warrant.
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 -- Because so many Republicans want to be president -- or at least pretend they do -- debate organizers have decided to eliminate the least popular from the stage based on how they rank in the latest national polls.
As a very young boy of 9 years old, I first became interested in politics when my father off-handedly encouraged me to watch the Kennedy-Nixon presidential debate in 1960. It changed my life -- literally.
The great comedian Bill Engvall coined the catch phrase, "Here's your sign."
I don't often get the chance, simply due to my work schedule, but every now and then I like to see what our sister paper in Bishopville, the Lee County Observer, has on its front page.
My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don't know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a $100 bill in hand.
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.
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