Of all the scientific studies that came out this past year, the most intriguing to me confirms an old theory: Adult politics are really an extension of which clique you joined in high school.
I refuse to make a New Year's Resolution this year.
In part two, I continue to recount my trek through Wyoming's Wind River Range. If you didn't catch part one, I will briefly get you up to speed: This past August, while looking to recharge mental strength and energy, I connected with the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) and its Rocky Mountain Light and Fast Backpacking Course. Our team, eight students and two instructors, hiked 140 miles in 13 days through the remote Wind River Range as we learned lightweight techniques like cooking one-pot meals, staying warm and dry with minimal gear, and honing backpacking skills including navigation ...
WASHINGTON -- Mr. Speaker, please don't.
NEW YORK -- It befalls the columnist this time of year to look back and recap; to assign blame and shame, while offering the obligatory mea culpa; and, of course, to resolve.
My voice bothers me. Hearing my intonation on an answering machine or a message makes me wince. But there's not really a thing I can do to change this, is there? Sure, I often enjoy cigars, and think perhaps this will give my pipes a deeper, raspier tone, but I don't honestly trust it'll Barry White my inflection.
About this time last year, I started a new tradition: looking back at the year in crime -- but from a funny point of view.
At last, somebody has made an epic, triumphant movie about a hero with which I am personally familiar: a recovering stutterer.
On a recent November morning after the General Election, I set out from my home in Columbia to go to my 64th high school reunion. All graduation classes from Midway High School have been meeting together annually for several years. This year the reunion was being held in a church at Shepard.
I often bash government. I say it can't do anything better than people in a free market.
Apparently, there is not much of a correlation between a person's age and level of maturity.
As 2010 turns to dust, a smattering of things I found in my mailbox:
Today's lesson in revisionist American history is brought to you by Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour.
2010 was a grand year in my eyes. Another one down, and with it, the knowledge and wisdom 365 days brings. Over the past year, in my sphere, there were certain news, entertainment and sports items I simply couldn't elude --
WASHINGTON -- The vice president calls, more than an hour after the appointed time but with an impeccable excuse: He was presiding over the Senate's vote to ratify the New START treaty.
A while back, a messy problem loomed ahead. I don't like confrontation. If that makes me less than a person then consider me to be itty bitty. Life, I figure, is too short for squabbling. My motto is "whenever possible, step out of the way."
Recently an inquiry came to the South Caroliniana Library from the Adirondack Museum in Saranac Lake, N. Y., concerning an Edward T. Start (1867-1952) photograph in their collection. Along with the inquiry came a copy of the photograph and Start's obituary from the February 5, 1952, Adirondack Daily.
I love my job. As harried as I can be sometimes, I really do love it. I think long-time readers of this column know that by now -- that I love to write stories about Kershaw County, especially in Camden, which has been my primary beat (along with healthcare) for 14 years. You know that I'm passionate about the S.C. Freedom of Information Act and that I truly believe it doesn't just benefit journalists like myself, but individual citizens like you.
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.
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