Hello, my name is Jimmy and I'm a hypochondriac.
Many people have crossed the path of my life, but only one crossed it from three different directions. Don Light, one of Nashville's most admired powerbrokers and star makers, was meant to be part of my life. I say this repeatedly because I encountered him through friends in country music, Southern gospel and NASCAR racing.
When we examine our experiences over time, our recollections of some of them stand out like posts supporting our "fence of life." These are memories we will never forget. Some refer to them as "muscle" memories, very strong ones.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
When I was a wise-elbowed, wet nosed kid barely out of college, a lot of people used to annoy me with questions about what I wanted to do for a living.
(Kathleen Parker wrote this column in advance of President Barack Obama's appearance in Charleston for State Sen. Clementa Pinckney's funeral.)
Listen up, local public bodies: the S.C. Supreme Court recently ruled in a North Augusta case which I hope will make clearer -- if not settle once and for all -- how you enter executive sessions.
It happens all the time. Tink will meet someone new around where we live and, invariably, that person will mention my daddy.
(In last month's column, Camden Urban Forester Liz Gilland started a story about a snake in a tree in a city right of way. When she left off, Gilland had called a wildlife trapping company -- which didn't handle snakes -- and naturalist Austin Jenkins, who suggested it was best to leave the snake alone.)
WASHINGTON -- In a historic moment, South Carolina Gov. Nikki Haley called late Monday for removal of the Confederate Battle Flag from the Statehouse grounds.
One of the questions of the tragic killing of Rev. Clementa Pinckney and eight of his church members at Emanuel AME Church is, why him? And, why now?
National Newspaper Week starts Sunday, just in time for our change from a three times a week, Monday/Wednesday/Friday publication to a twice weekly ...
"I got credit down at the grocery store and my barber tells me jokes…" -Roger Miller
In September, a merchant and friend emailed me about our downtown. I decided our communication was worth considering for this column.
Recently at the College of Charleston, State Superintendent of Education Molly Spearman delivered what was billed as The State of the Schools Speech.
WASHINGTON -- The Republican Party's "Freedom Caucus," which has several less-charitable nicknames on Capitol Hill, is the dog that caught the car.
As I have written about a couple of times here, especially last week, I have been promoted to the position of editor for The Country ...
It's off the front page of the newspapers. There are no packs of reporters prowling the streets. The banks of television cameras across from ...
WASHINGTON -- "Oh, so you drank the Kool-Aid," my neighbor superciliously sneered from the stoop he occupies each afternoon to sip wine and critique people's ...
I got this a few years ago from a twisted musician friend of mine. Of course, I don't usually publish something I get by ...
Names have always been interesting and fun when it comes to Lita "Squeaky" Wagensteen. From the horse "Goldman Sox" to the dog "Zsa Zsa Goober ...
It was somewhere near the end of summer when it just come to me: perhaps my writing days were over. It was time to just ...
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