"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.
James Foley. Steven Sotloff.
As an unusually mild, rainy summer was melting away or rather frosting its way into autumn, I took to noticing signs that our mountain people have always used to judge the forthcoming severity of winter.
Three school board members in the Lowcountry took a courageous step recently when they refused to attend an executive session they felt was illegal.
In general, these columns are devoted to broad topics like the changing environment of healthcare or our recent Core Measures success and what that means to patient quality and safety. These are matters that can apply to hospitals in virtually any community, and are certainly excellent choices for discussion. However, this time, I'd like to address something anyone who has visited the Medical Center in Camden recently is certain to have noticed -- the renovations taking place, particularly in the emergency room entrance and the main lobby. They're bringing big changes to the hospital, inside and out.
Walk by the First Baptist Church in Camden and you'll notice a sign marking the birthplace of Bernard Baruch, who went on to earn millions on Wall Street and become an advisor to presidents.
WASHINGTON -- The word of the day is herky-jerky, which is a polite way of saying erratic.
"There's no place for the kids to hang out!" How many times have I listened to that plaintive cry? Some parents want the skating rink returned. Others want an indoor swimming pool. A third set of parents insists to the contrary, "My kids come home to do homework; don't yours?" The good news: according to Joe Eason, director of the Kershaw County Recreation Department, we have more activities for kids than just about any other county in South Carolina. Sometimes, with all due respect, one just needs to look around.
I really like entertainment, in most of its forms. I enjoy a variety of music. The style depends on the setting and circumstances and what else is going on at the time. I like television shows and I like movies. Most movies I watch any more are on TV, either on a network or satellite channel or on a DVD. The hassles and aggravations of going out to a movie theater are just usually not worth it for me.
The end of summer is approaching quickly, which means that fall will soon begin.
Betrothed women of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your husbands' names.
A long, long time ago... oh, wait, that's another pop culture reference.
It started accidentally. Some good ideas and memorable moments are like that. They aren't planned. They're born, bringing with them an ability to nudge a way naturally into our lives and become a tradition.
As a part of writing this column, I go to lots of meetings, community events and conferences all across the state in my never ending search to find out about the people, businesses and community groups that are doing good and important things to make our state better.
• "Glenn," writes my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County, "I'm not saying let's go kill all the stupid people. I'm just saying let's remove all the warning labels and let the problem work itself out."
WASHINGTON -- News that Pope Francis will visit the U.S. next year for the triennial World Meeting of Families brings elation to Catholics, excitement to pope watchers -- and perhaps a little chagrin to some who too soon interpreted Francis' broad compassion as a precursor to doctrinal changes related to marriage.
This space in the Friday edition of the Chronicle-Independent each week is where I am allowed to share my personal stories, opinions and basically whatever is on my mind as I write this column. I know I complain about a lot of things and, eventually, the time may come when I have covered everything that aggravates me and the rest of the columns in my career won't be the kind where you can imagine me pounding my fist on my desk as you read them. But, if that day ever does come, it's a long way off.
In 2008, a group of graduate students from the University of South Carolina's Public History Program produced a study entitled, "The Camden African-American Heritage Project." It was the product of a student group assignment conducted in 2005-06. The students were assisted by many Camden residents in their search for the history of African-Americans in Camden from the Colonial period through the era of civil rights. Though able to spend only one semester researching and writing, the students pulled together an admirable overview of the lives of African-Americans here. In their final recommendations they suggested, among other things, that an ...
I try to live life as a journey full of unknown destinations. And I do believe it is the journey that matters most. During the last year, I was blessed enough to experience a journey throughout our wonderful state of South Carolina. A campaign for governor is a journey through the hearts and souls of many people and places. A statewide campaign is sometimes brutal and sometimes joyful, but never dull. I treasure that journey and thank my friends in Camden and Kershaw County for letting me experience it.
WASHINGTON -- Millennials are foolhardy spendthrifts. But young people basically always are, and that's probably OK.
I used to have high and/or specific expectations for everything. I was never cynical. As a matter of fact, I was the most optimistic person I knew.
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