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.
I don't particularly want to write about makeup today, or any day really, but seeing as how I've burned through four sticks of eyeliner in a month, I thought it might be appropriate. I should start with the basic, obvious fact: it's summer and it's hot out most days and if you leave your bag of makeup in your car during the day, it's going to melt.
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.
When elected officials from different South Carolina cities meet to discuss economic development, the oft-heard cry is, "Let's work together!" The energy in these conversations is palpable, even though it's not yet clear how we can partner. For that reason, at the Municipal Association of South Carolina's (MASC) annual meeting in Charleston this July, its Achievement Awards were particularly exciting. If we can do nothing else, from city to city, we can learn from each other's ideas and borrow courage from one another's progress.
Family. You hear a lot about the importance of family, but do you really put that into practice? Think about your own household. I don't know what goes on at your house, but I do know that people are really busy these days, trying to fit everything they can into their lives. Unfortunately, something they may forget to include in their lives is each other.
NEW YORK -- Something strange happened here this week: Lots of workers who've never done so before got the right to call in sick. And that's a good thing.
Hey, y'all! I am Jim McGowan. I am the most recent addition to the award-winning staff of the Chronicle-Independent. I can only hope to live up to their high standards. It will not be easy. I will be the Localife editor and cover the education beat.
A federal nutrition program that places new restrictions on snacks and beverages sold in schools also provides an opportunity for some fresh thinking about school fundraisers.
I remember once I was giving a presentation about important conservation properties in the Piedmont. I showed photos of the incredible rock formations on a particular property and happened to mention their age in an effort to describe their grandeur. Afterwards, I was confronted by an indignant man who told me that the age of rocks cannot be known. He accused me of making those figures up out of thin air. Surprised by his vociferous tone, I told him I was sorry to have upset him. While not a confrontational person, I am a teacher, and I began to politely ...
WASHINGTON -- "Checked the tax code," wrote a friend who's engaged to a woman from a low-tax country. "Unfortunately, marrying [my fiancee] does not entitle me to a tax inversion like the big U.S. companies are getting. Thanks for nothing, IRS."
Their histories, accurate and complete, are lost to time and buried with them and those who knew them. I wish I knew more for their stories would read like a page-turning novel.
OK, OK, yes I'm talking Star Trek again, but hang on, this is really more about newspapers than Star Trek. All right, maybe 50-50.
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