I can hardly say this was a bolt from the blue. I mean I've always known this day would come. I've had a generous 17 years to prepare for this crossroad in my life. This should be an easy transition for all involved, right? Ok, maybe not exactly. Wow. Graduation announcements? Cap and gown? Excuse the cliché, but where has the time gone? The pace in which time flies by is alarming. And when I pause and reflect too intensely on the image of my oldest son graduating high school, it almost feels hard to breath. It's ...
So, we have one candidate who eats dogs and another who straps them to the roof of his car like a freshly cut Christmas tree.
WASHINGTON -- It was fun. It was odd. It was just a little bit ... unseemly.
As the campaign year heats up, the politics of umbrage already is in full swing. But some offenses are worth getting outraged about more than others.
I happen to think Kershaw County is a pretty great place to be. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be living here.
What impact did Russian squirrels have on a particular profession?
You find them in all walks of life. They might be playing outfield for the Philadelphia Phillies (Shane Victorino). Or hosting the show "Dirty Jobs" for the Discovery Channel (Mike Rowe). Or founding Wal-Mart (Sam Walton). Or even becoming president of the United States (Gerald Ford).
NEW YORK -- I think it is fair to say that the shark has been permanently displaced by the dog.
Religion is one of those topics that is fun to discuss because people are so intransigent. It's the one topic I like to go too far with because it can be so divisive, when the goal is to unite.
A class action suit filed by two black men in Nashville claims "The Bachelor" turned them away because they were not white. I think they should feel relieved. Having the right to embarrass yourself on national television doesn't mean you actually should do it.
Random thoughts on a spring afternoon:
WASHINGTON -- I take a back seat to no one when it comes to loving dogs. For that matter, my dog takes a back seat to no one.
With the search for Mitt Romney's running mate officially getting underway, an old name has resurfaced that may leave some voters with a sour stomach.
Supporters of the protests that followed the suspicious death of Trayvon Martin are raising a good question: What next?
I think Wednesday, April 18, 2012, will be one of those dates I might have a hard time forgetting: the day we said so long to Dick Clark for the last time.
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.
WASHINGTON -- You know we're off to the races when the first slip of the tongue by the presumed Republican presidential front-runner consumes the news for days and launches the primary race in earnest.
I have a picture -- probably my favorite of my parents -- which sits on my desk in my office at home. It was taken circa 1960, give or take a year or two, on the evening of the West Point Founder's Day ball.
More than 60 percent of us who live in South Carolina today were born here. As native South Carolinians, we grew up imbibing the history, heritage and myths of the South. And there is no stronger myth of the South than the myth of the Lost Cause, as beautifully and brilliantly portrayed by the 1939 romantic historical film epic, Gone With the Wind.
Last week, I revealed my birthday wish come true of traveling to New Orleans next month -- my No. 1 choice of cities to visit I've never been in before.
It was over Sunday dinner when my sister told me what I did not know. A childhood friend, the red-headed, freckle-faced girl with laughing eyes and the brightest sense of humor possible, was sitting vigil with her husband as death crept close.
One of the groups I meet with on a regular basis is Student Cabinet, which is made up of students from each of our three high schools. It's always interesting and informative for me to hear the insights, opinions and perspectives from this very formidable group of young people. They don't hold back on what they think, which is a good thing.
It is a rare occurrence, but occasionally in the world of professional sports an individual comes along who becomes the standard bearer for his particular field of competition.
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