Most Americans -- and many Europeans, too -- celebrated the 70th anniversary of D-Day a few weeks ago. I've read some very touching accounts of veterans in their 90s, mostly American and British, getting the chance to visit Normandy one last time. But there is another 70th World War II anniversary to remember: June 15, 1944, a little more than a week after D-Day.
What a shocking headline, but our Attorney General Alan Wilson says it's true – and he's right.
In the tiny country church where I spent most of the first 22 years of my life, where I found the Lord at the age of 11, where, without fail, I had the leading part in every Christmas pageant and where my daddy laid down the law in more ways than one, we sang hymns from a brown songbook and a green one that were filled with the haunting melodies that have penetrated the Appalachians for many decades.
It all really began with the Haile Gold Mine. The Eldredge family of New York – the Hobkirk Inn Eldredges – purchased the mine in 1880. The family owned gold mines in California, Virginia, and Mexico. Son, Frank W. Eldredge, was installed here as manager of the Haile mine. Frank's son, Inman, wrote that the living quarters at the mine "were a bit crude," so when his mother was expecting in 1882 his father bought Pine Flat from Mrs. William Shannon.
It was good to see a decent number of voters turn out for last week's primary election. Percentage-wise, it still could have been much better, but primaries are not known for having long lines to the voting booth, especially in an "off year" such as this one.
Baseball is no longer the national pastime. Football long ago surpassed it in popularity here in the United States.
WASHINGTON -- About that stunning defeat.
I've said it before, but cell phones today make it so we are never alone. I was texting with a friend of mine last weekend and she asked what I was doing. I told her I was going to the pool to swim and sunbathe. She asked if anyone was going with me and I said no. We got into a dialogue about how I often do things alone and how that doesn't seem to bother me as it does others.
(Editor Martin L. Cahn is on vacation, recuperating from surgery. This column first ran on June 13, 2009, and is republished here at his request in light of recent news that Kasem's daughters were planning to remove him from life support during the last few days.)
Not long ago, a friend of mine was huffing, puffing and carrying on something awful about an injustice she had recently suffered. She had dealt with someone rather devious and the result was, well, rather devious.
I was talking with a community member recently who asked me what we do all summer since school is out. Although summer is obviously a time that schools are closed and teachers and assistants are off, the level of activity across the school district is actually pretty intense. Preparing to open school in a district with over 10,000 students and twenty buildings with a comprehensive instructional and extracurricular program is a huge undertaking that actually begins long before the previous school year has ended.
Over the last fifteen years, each of my five children, at one time or another has pleaded his or her case before (mom) court as to why he or she should accompany me to the voting booth that particular day. And why not? To the four year-old, it was an outing to unknown territory, always a diverting option in the midst of a cold, mundane November day. To the often-awkward middle-schoolers or the "tweeners", it was a chance for them to be seen - and heard, as they proceeded to inform me they know exactly whom I need to vote for ...
One of the many pleasures in life is watching the skills and talents of other people, sometimes seeing things you'd never expect.
WASHINGTON -- So much for the argument that having more people armed in public places will result in fewer gun deaths.
Happy Father's Day! A few weeks ago I wrote the story of my mother here, just in time for Mother's Day. Now, let me share a few words about my father.
Let's make something perfectly clear: The S.C. Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) is not dead, but the S.C. Supreme Court is sure acting like they're trying to kill it.
My grandmother -- Daddy's mother -- was sometimes called "crazy" by others who didn't quite understand her eccentric ways. Of course, in the South, we are proud of such a label for it means that we are interesting and worthy of being the center of coffee and cake conversation.
WASHINGTON -- Sarah Palin is right about impeaching President Obama.
With today's plethora of online news and the subsequent discussion forums that accompany most Internet articles, there is a lot of confusion on the somewhat vague thing called "freedom of speech." Really, it's not vague at all, but it sure seems to be quite vague to those who don't really know what it means. What it doesn't mean is you have the right to say whatever you want to whenever you want to without consequences.
On Tuesday, July 1, 2014, at 11 a.m., the Ross E. Beard Collection became the property of the city of Camden, as Mr. Beard signed the paperwork at the Camden Archives and Museum. City officials, long-time friends of Mr. Beard and representatives from the Friends of the Archives and Museum looked on as City Attorney Lawrence Flynn, Mr. Beard, Ed Royall (his attorney) and Austin Sheheen (his accountant) processed the paperwork.
Isn't it odd how every once in awhile, something pops in your head that's been buried for a long time -- a distant memory that for some reason comes alive?
For the second time in a month, the S.C. Supreme Court has ruled against openness and punted important issues back to the Legislature for change.
WASHINGTON -- The Israeli soldier shot Yousef Bashir in the back in the front yard of his father's house in Gaza. It was Feb. 18, 2004, a week after Yousef's 15th birthday. The bullet splintered into three fragments, severing nerves near the teenager's spine.
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