I could very easily name my Person of the Year as the Person of the Decade and a Half.
When the New Year arrives every year, I, like most, look forward to the next 12 months filled with promise, opportunity, and a chance to reform from bad habits.
Here we are, in the midst of the Christmas season, and the Scrooges of the world have once again tried to ruin it for everybody.
Women deserve more seats in the highest corporate echelons. But a mandate is the wrong way to get there.
As a new year comes along, it's a time when most of us naturally reflect back on the previous 12 months and think about our accomplishments, our failures and other things that fall somewhere in between. For me, the end of the year has a very special meaning, since my first day on the staff of the Chronicle-Independent was Dec. 30, 2013. Happy anniversary to me. Yes, indeed, it is.
When this appears in print, it will be the day after Christmas and I hope the day was a meaningful one for you. The candlelight church services will be over, meals will have been eaten, the presents opened and the relatives come and gone (or not). What still remains, though, are the "hanging of the greens." This includes wreaths, door drapery, mantel mounds, banister baubles and of course the Christmas tree. Whether your greenery is real, artificial or some of both, its use and display are steeped in tradition from centuries ago.
Taking leaps of faith was the hot topic among myself and some of my friends this weekend.
After years of declaring a group or person of the year, I used this space a year ago to name KershawHealth the 2013 story of the year.
It was late in the summer of my parents' lives that I was born into a family with three children well on their way to being grown and done with home.
I threw away my Bill Cosby book a few days ago. It was funny, and it made me laugh but now because of who wrote it, it disgusts me. Perhaps that is petty, but I cannot read it or watch shows associated with Bill Cosby any longer.
When I was a school boy, there was a kid down the street named Rodney who had an "attitude problem," or at least that's what the adults called it. To me and my friends, Rodney was just a jerk.
We're now entering the most sacred season of the year, that time when men in Kershaw County bow their heads, reflect on their good fortune and ponder COLLEGE FOOTBALL BOWL SEASON.
WASHINGTON -- Get ready for your tax rates to go up.
I am a big believer in everyone's right to think and feel however they choose to. It's really what makes us all American and, to make it even broader, it's what makes us all human. If I don't happen to agree with your point of view, I still respect your right to have that point of view.
One hundred years ago, in 1915, 1314 Broad St. was a construction site. Excavators and bricklayers, carpenters and heating contractors were busy at their task of building Camden's first city library. It had been an arduous journey getting to that point. That journey began in 1914, as best we can reckon, at a lecture to the Kershaw County Teachers Institute. In all of the factors leading up to the acquisition and completion of the Camden Public Library there is one constant: Sarah "Sadie" Kennedy Von Tresckow.
Lying is in the news these days.
WASHINGTON -- Denizens of social media were rankled during Sunday night's Academy Awards telecast when actor Sean Penn made a crack about Mexican director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu and green cards.
One of my weekly duties here at the Chronicle-Independent is to visit the Walter M. Crower Animal Shelter in Camden and take photos of pets available for adoption to be printed in our Friday edition each week. Actually, I take photos of two cats and two dogs and half of those are published weekly in the West Wateree Chronicle.
Murder is a strong word and truth be known it's not really what happens (unfortunately) when a crape myrtle, a Southern signature tree is topped, but it has become a familiar vernacular amongst plant people. If crape myrtles did in fact die when they were butchered, then the practice would stop.
Republicans seem ceaselessly enamored of litmus tests, but the newest one -- Do you believe President Obama loves America? -- makes birthers seem witty.
"Seriously, moron? How about just clean up the place already!"
On Feb. 5, around 1:15 p.m., students at the University of South Carolina (USC) received a text message warning "SHOTS FIRED" -- two words which would send chills and panic through the large campus that is home to nearly 32,000 students.
During those times when it gets positively frigid here in Kershaw County -- say, 9 degrees when I woke up Friday morning -- I often tell people, "This isn't why I moved down South."
One of my friends called the other. One of my best friends. There was both urgency and distress in her voice.
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