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.
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.
Last week, I called for going after ISIL (or ISIS or IS, the Islamic State as it wants to call itself now), in full force. Admittedly, I wasn't very specific about that. Some may have thought I meant "boots on the ground," as opposed to only the air strikes the U.S. has already participated in.
When business called Tink back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
Around this time of year I get the hankering to head for the hills -- the North Carolina mountains, actually -- and this year the itch is coming on pretty heavily.
Years ago, Holiday Inn had a slogan: "The best surprise is no surprise at all."
You've heard of grade inflation? Welcome to the world of degree inflation.
"No day shall erase you from the memory of time." - Virgil
It's been said, with some degree of accuracy, the newspaper business is dying. At the Chronicle-Independent we're inclined to disagree with that, at least when it comes to this paper, and I'll tell you why. Let me assure you, it's not because it's where we work and where our paychecks come from, although we do honestly appreciate it. It's because we simply are the only source our readers have for the news that really matters to them on a local, personal level.
Customers can be so demanding.
As I write these words, I'm sitting on a rustic dock overlooking a beautiful, placid pond on a coastal South Carolina island. I'm surrounded by nothing but God's creations and natural beauty.
Saturday, I watched a film adaptation of the short story, "Children on Their Birthdays" by Truman Capote, which is one of my favorite short stories. The film is pretty similar to the book with little to no alterations.
Betrothed women of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your husbands' names.
Page 1 of 1