It never ceases to amaze me.
"Down in the valley, the valley so low, for late in the evening hear the train blow." Who of the pre-World War II generation does not remember that old folk song or sang it? And who of that generation does not remember the plaintive wailing of a distant train whistle? Those are a few of the nostalgic memories most of my generation have as we look back on the bygone times when trains and railroads played a much more prominent role in our lives.
Father's Day never fails to stress me out, and I'm not just saying that because I'm convinced that no one will care that my birthday is the very next day.
You know one of the things I really like about horse racing?
Race relations have undergone a curious flip-flop. Polls show that blacks feel more optimistic about the nation's future than whites do, despite the Great Recession that's giving everybody the blues.
Hello, my name is Jim and I'm a hypochondriac.
NEW YORK -- Here we go all over again. Read my lips and bring 'em on. It's the economy, stupid. Gotcha!
Potential presidential contender Jon Huntsman, known as a Harley Davidson enthusiast in his home state of Utah, may soon hit the road as an official candidate for the Republican Party, but he'll need more than a shiny motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket to electrify voters in South Carolina.
Hard cases made bad law, an old legal saying goes. So, I suppose, do sad cases. The sad case of John Edwards could lead to sadder law.
The General Assembly will be back at the Statehouse tomorrow to continue work on items that were included in the concurrent resolution extending the session. These items are the budget, gubernatorial vetoes, conference and free conference reports, redistricting, and appointments. This end-of-session resolution is called a Sine Die Resolution because it dictates how and when the General Assembly will conclude the session. To adjourn sine die means to adjourn for an indefinite period. So when we adjourn sine die, the General Assembly does not plan to meet – barring any emergencies – until the constitutionally mandated date of the second Tuesday in ...
I haven't collected comic books since my late 20s. I was still working in radio at the time, not making much money, but spending most of it on a superhero habit I could no longer sustain.
Matt Dillon's dead, and the bad guys in the hereafter had better be watching their backs.
For years, elected officials and residents have wished for an alternative to Rhame Arena, which has become a shell of what it once was. For years, we have envisioned an active, vibrant recreation center that can become a haven for our youth, an asset for our elderly and a shining light for our city. For years, we have heard much talk but seen little action.
I'm getting old, which is a realization that hit me like a sack of bricks when my husband John and I went to the movies recently.
An Australian demographer has found a malady that makes some middle-aged men think they are more attractive to women than they actually are.
Let's talk about grumpy people. Fie on them.
I was truly proud to be able to report during the past week an historical event right here in Camden. It was the naming of the I-20 bridge that crosses the Wateree River for Kershaw County's three Medal of Honor recipients. The Medal of Honor is the greatest and most prestigious award bestowed on those serving in the United States military and to receive it means you've done something exceptionally special, often at the cost of your life.
One of my favorite movies is the 1969 classic Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; since it came out I've watched it probably 20 times.
Tech companies are finally spilling some of their most sought-after secrets.
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.
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