If you're thinking the headline to my column today is a little screwy, you're right. For many, many years now I thought it was a quote from a funny Christian Slater movie I watched once called "Kuffs" where he talks directly to the audience at times.
One Sunday while sitting around the dinner table, Louise and I began to tell Daddy stories, the ones that stretched back to the early days of his preaching life. Since I was born 12 years after he "made a preacher," as our folks said back then, I could only contribute what he had told me about those days not what I had seen.
The late, great Lewis Grizzard, my literary hero and a great American, once said that he disliked and distrusted all technology -- and by his definition, technology was anything he could not eat, drink or wear.
KershawHealth's strategic plan, approved by the KershawHealth Board of Trustees earlier this year, makes it clear that alliances and partnerships are essential to the organization's future success in caring for our community. We must recognize that there are 13 not-for-profit and investor-owned hospitals within a 50-mile radius of Kershaw County and that KershawHealth competes to some extent with all these organizations. An openness to new ideas and new ways of partnering in a rapidly-evolving healthcare environment is the only strategy for success.
• It wasn't a good day for Michelle Nunn last week; she's running for U.S. Senate from Georgia -- one of a few Democrats who might unseat Republican candidates for the country's most exclusive club -- and recently found out her secret campaign plan had somehow been leaked.
As time goes by, I find myself more and more slipping into the role of the "grumpy old man." I guess that's a natural evolution for most of us as we age, but I now often find myself saying things like "back in my day" or "things were a lot different when I was a kid." Well, those statements are true; there's no denying it.
Look up above…in the sky! It's some kind of bird; no it's a small plane. Wait, it's neither. Now I see. It's an Unmanned Aerial Vehicle, "UAV." Or perhaps you know it as "RAV" or Remotely Aerial Vehicle or as "RPV," Remotely Piloted Vehicle. An even more current term is "UAS," Unmanned Aerial Systems. For now, I'll stop with all the technical terms and use the name most of us novices are familiar with -- "drone." Merriam-Webster defines the particular "drone" I speak of here as "an unmanned aircraft or ship guided by remote control ...
One in five? Yeah, right. Sounds way too high.
WASHINGTON -- Sometimes, under certain circumstances, McDonald's Corp. might be held partly responsible for its franchisees' bad behavior. Maybe. So announced the National Labor Relations Board's general counsel, a sort of independent prosecutor, this week.
Hey, gun owners! Smell something burning? That is the smoke screen generated by Congress, the NRA and the panic button pushers.
Newspapers and the media are often accused of only reporting the bad things that happen -- and there's some truth in this. And it's particularly easy to fall into this trap in South Carolina where it seems that there is a lot more bad news than good.
To this conclusion I have come: the most deadly years of our lives are the ages 16 to 21. Those years give us a headiness that comes from new freedom -- a driver's license -- and the passing of the torch from strict childhood rules to more trust, different restraints and relaxed curfews.
While a small child and later, my parents tried to teach me the moral and religious principle, "One gets by giving." The lesson didn't "take" until later in life when I came to understand more fully the principle, "It is more blessed to give than to receive."
There may still be about 1.4 million U.S. veterans of World War II still living, but the passing last week of Capt. Theodore "Dutch" Van Kirk, 93, in Stone Mountain, Ga., in many closes the story of that war.
On the Maine island where Wife Nancy and I spend time, Church of Our Father sits nestled among the hills near a small harbor called Hulls Cove.
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.
WASHINGTON -- Grade deflation is dead. Long live grade inflation!
Since I have lived in this area for about eight months now, I have made a discovery about Camden. There's quite a bit of music talent here, especially for a town this size. I have to also say that my opinion comes from just the musicians I know and have heard perform personally. I'm sure there are countless others I don't know about -- yet.
I watched Rory McIlroy win the PGA title Sunday, his third straight golf tournament victory and his second major title within three weeks.
I jokingly call my backyard "the wilderness." My house, built in 1912, sits fairly close to my downtown street, as is the custom in the Historic District in Sumter. The Victorian cast iron fence and neat little patch of grass in my front yard belie what is happening behind my house. The deck at the back of my house overlooks a very deep backyard filled with towering oak and pecan trees. Just over the fence at the rear of the yard is a magnificent willow oak which is probably 100 years old. It rises majestically above all and makes a ...
"Some of my friends are destitute. Some of them are beggars/But, for me, there's a subsidy if I spend my whole life preggers."
Yippee! It is August! We all know what that means. Is it the month when we celebrate Augustus Caesar? No. Is it the month when we have our sweat glands all working at full tilt? No. Is it the month that we get the air conditioning bill and faint dead away because it is higher than the GNP of Costa Rica? No.
So I received my first invitation to join AARP, complete with membership card, explanation of benefits, and even an offer for a groovy free tote bag.
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