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.
WASHINGTON -- You know how it goes. You lose track of friends and then one day, someone gets in touch to say the friend has left us to our mortal pursuits.
The Chronicle-Independent hit a major milestone in May. We decided not to make a big deal out of it, especially since we're far more concerned about covering the stories of Kershaw County than being a story ourselves.
It was a couple of years before Mama just up and died without warning and when we least expected it, that I was visiting her one day.
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.
WASHINGTON -- Grade deflation is dead. Long live grade inflation!
Since I have lived in this area for about eight months now, I have made a discovery about Camden. There's quite a bit of music talent here, especially for a town this size. I have to also say that my opinion comes from just the musicians I know and have heard perform personally. I'm sure there are countless others I don't know about -- yet.
I watched Rory McIlroy win the PGA title Sunday, his third straight golf tournament victory and his second major title within three weeks.
I jokingly call my backyard "the wilderness." My house, built in 1912, sits fairly close to my downtown street, as is the custom in the Historic District in Sumter. The Victorian cast iron fence and neat little patch of grass in my front yard belie what is happening behind my house. The deck at the back of my house overlooks a very deep backyard filled with towering oak and pecan trees. Just over the fence at the rear of the yard is a magnificent willow oak which is probably 100 years old. It rises majestically above all and makes a ...
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