It's what's inside -- the verve; the drive; the untainted grit. It's the pilot light that never goes out. It's the fervor propelling an individual to impressive heights. It's the cause and effect. It's what makes a person leap over the same hurdles hundreds, thousands of times before ever getting it right. It's what makes a person perform 25,000 dives a year hoping to get one score that will count forever. It's what makes a person realize that to win it all, you can't be afraid to lose. It's what ...
Does President Barack Obama really believe entrepreneurs "didn't build" their businesses? Does his rival Mitt Romney really "like being able to fire people?" Welcome to summertime, when the fate of campaigns hangs on silly sound bites.
If you've been watching the Olympic soccer competition, chances are good that you're now in a catatonic state -- drooling on your shirt, immobilized by boredom and trying desperately to suck down enough cans of Red Bull and 5-Hour Energy to keep your peepers open.
Defying any semblance of logic, some political pundits are now chalking up South Carolina in the swing state category for November's general election.
At the beginning of one school year, I entered my room to see an extra row of filled desks as well as students enough to fill another row. There was hardly enough room to squeeze sideways through the rows to give help. If anyone had tried, bending would have presented a posterior to the pupil in the desk on the adjoining row. The students looked at me; I looked at them. Then they began to beg. "Please, Ms. Pruett, do not move any of us." They were smart enough to know no teacher could have so many students in one ...
WASHINGTON -- The video of James Holmes from inside the Arapahoe County Courthouse was as mesmerizing as it was creepy. His fluorescent mop of pink and orange hair. His vacant eyes, alternately bulging and droopy. Was he medicated? Crazy? Vamping for the camera? And the question, unbidden and against journalistic interest: Should we really be seeing this? Is justice best served by having a camera in this courtroom?
As with other mass shootings, the killings at a movie theater in Aurora, Colo., trigger a familiar chain of reactions: horror, remorse, rage and a call for new restrictions on guns.
In 2010, Broadus R. Littlejohn, a Spartanburg collector, gave Wofford College a very large collection of books, pamphlets, documents and manuscripts. Among his gift were more than two dozen Civil War letters and a diary Lt. William E. Johnson Jr. of Liberty Hill kept from May 1864 until June 1865 while he was a Union prisoner-of-war.
On the surface, it seems silly to devote a column to deconstructing a superhero movie, even a huge blockbuster like The Dark Knight Rises. What could be more frivolous, after all, than spending $10 to $20 bucks (popcorn and drink included) to see a summer flick?
Have you ever smelled a dead whale?
$18 million. That's, reportedly, what it's going to take to get vocal-powerhouse Mariah Carey to sit on the beloved American Idol judging panel.
In the wake of the Colorado catastrophe, in which a maniac shooter killed at least a dozen people in a theater showing the latest Batman movie, everyone seems to be calling for "commonsense" gun laws. Unfortunately it's hard to tell whose sense is common enough these days.
For nearly the last five decades, South Carolina has been represented in the U.S. senate by only four men. By all indications, however, that's set to be five by 2016. A reading of the political tea leaves shows that Sen. Jim DeMint will not be seeking reelection in the fall of 2016.
Herbert Cooke's father worked for the city of Camden. His job was to take care of the city streets. He used either the city's mules, horses or oxen and a bamboo apparatus to clean the brick streets. Nancy Ogburn and George Sandy can recall the brick streets around the old city hall which was located on Rutledge Street.
WASHINGTON -- When it comes to over-the-top politics, the Obama campaign has set a new standard with recent attempts to paint Mitt Romney as a felon.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
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