Sometimes, the most challenging thing about writing this weekly column is coming up with a topic, but that's not at all the case this week. My columns run on Friday and even if July 4 wasn't on Friday this year I would still have written my column about the holiday.
My point of view with this monthly column is to identify and celebrate positive energies in the community, the building blocks of a vibrant city and county. In that context, the June 24 runoff victory of retired Gen. Julian Burns as the Republican candidate for chairman of the Kershaw County Council offers a worthy challenge to his Democratic opponent, former County Councilman Bobby Gary. In the meantime, we remain grateful to present and continuing Chairman Gene Wise. Mr. Wise has brought new energy and innovation to KershawHealth and to the expanding Central Carolina Technical College; both developments offer possible game ...
Just the other day, I was out by the Atlantic Brewery when a friend reminded me of a memorial service we'd attended there a few years earlier.
WASHINGTON -- Dear Secretary Clinton,
I was very impressed with Proctor & Gamble's recent #LikeaGirl commercial. First, let me make it clear that I think putting a # in front of a word or phrase is the stupidest, most mindless and useless trend, probably of all time. Moving on, I am such a fan of this commercial and the campaign itself.
As with so many things about South Carolina, when it comes to trying to assess the "civic heath" of our state, there are no easy answers. The answers are that we are both healthy and weak, consistent and conflicted, simple and complex.
Two years ago, I applauded a S.C. Court of Appeals ruling that Saluda County Council violated the S.C. Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) in 2008 by adding to an already published agenda for one of its regular meetings. I did so because I, as I believe my fellow journalists do, that a) publishing an agenda provides proper notice to citizens of what a public body intends to consider at its regular meetings, and b) that adding items to an established agenda during a meeting is unfair to those citizens not in attendance who didn't know about something ...
There's this stranger who yells at noisy kids, shakes his fists at speeders in the neighborhood, glares at youngsters who thump the subwoofers in their cars at sub-atomic testing, and has yet to understand most of the applications on his cellphone.
There are many things I love about the South. We're fiercely patriotic. We're neighborly. We're storytellers without equal. We're unabashedly and unapologetically faithful. We're proudly hospitable. But here's what I love just a little bit better than all the rest: We believe mightily in courtesy and manners.
Having received positive feedback to last month's column, tree questions - part 1, I thought it appropriate to continue the series at least for another month, maybe even for the rest of the summer, as there are lots of questions about trees!
Back in the 1970s, a guy I knew keeled over dead of a heart attack.
Early this week I had an interesting conversation with a downtown Camden businessman. I was walking the area doing our weekly "Sidewalk Survey" feature for Wednesday's paper and I went into this gentleman's store to see if I might find a survey participant. I did find one.
BETHESDA, Md. -- From her perch as head of the National Institute on Drug Abuse, Nora Volkow watches anxiously as the country embarks on what she sees as a risky social experiment in legalizing marijuana.
WASHINGTON -- Some politicians know they want to be in public office and scramble to come up with the reason why. Sen. Elizabeth Warren is an accidental, improbable politician -- a self-described "outsider" -- who knows exactly what she wants to accomplish on the inside.
Romantic comedies tell us that love is often funny. I don't believe in romantic comedies anymore than I believe in the Easter Bunny, but I do agree that love can be very funny at times … not funny as in laugh so hard you wet your pants, but funny in the sense of leaving you scratching your head and wondering what in the world has just happened to you.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
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.
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