Here we go … again. It is time for caps and gowns, tassels and farewells, last times and the number 14. Graduation, life's remarkable onward-looking ceremony, is upon us accompanied with all its pomp and circumstance. For me, it's the second high school graduation in two years for our family. Two down, three to go, and 40 percent closer to becoming an empty nester. OK, I'm not intentionally rushing this thing called life, only trying to be real in what's ahead on the road.
I need some new blood.
(Today's column was written prior to this past weekend's White House Correspondents gala.)
I spent some time this past weekend outside at the park. The weather was so nice and warm, but not uncomfortably so. It was perfect weather to just get out of the house and go for a long walk, which I did. I quickly noticed that I wasn't the only one with that idea; in fact, this was the busiest I'd seen this particular park (which is also a softball field complex) this year.
Each year, the first week of May is Goodwill Week. This week is a time to recognize the people in the community that make Goodwill's work possible and celebrate Goodwill's long history of putting people back to work, which began when Methodist minister Edgar Helms founded Goodwill Industries in Boston in 1902.
Everyone knows the weather is an acceptable source of discussion. Politics, religion and family, however, are fraught with danger when a person talks or writes. As I was listening to the news and awaiting information about a recent impending storm, my mind wandered back to a number of years ago when Hurricane Hugo was a problem.
Tink had been in Los Angeles for a week so that morning before his plane left LAX, it occurred to me that a good wifely thing to do would be to welcome him back to the Rondarosa with a home cooked meal.
Back at the end of January in this space, I mentioned my use of Spotify to discover new music to listen to in addition to managing an extensive collection of music dating back ... well, let's just say a long time.
Efforts to improve navigation of the Wateree River along the Kershaw County area of the river dates from just after the Revolutionary War. From 1818 to 1828, South Carolina funded extensive internal improvement projects along most state rivers, including the Wateree/Catawba. Locks and canals were built to facilitate passage through shoals and other impediments to navigation.
South Carolina is known as a "red state" and a "conservative" state, and so one might be led to believe it's a place where non-"progressive," free-market policies reign. Certainly, South Carolina has a reputation for being a "low tax state." But the reputation is unearned. A brief look at the legislature's record on tax policy -- perhaps the most fundamental free market issue -- reveals a profound disconnect between reputation and reality.
I have several different duties and assignments here at the Chronicle-Independent, but picking my favorite is not something I have to think very hard or long about. It's covering crime news and the activities and efforts of the Camden Police Department (CPD) and the Kershaw County Sheriff's Office (KCSO). There's always something different, sometimes humorous and never boring. Every now and then it's tragic and that part is not fun at all, but our job is to get the news into the hands of the people, even if, or especially if, it's not good news.
In honor of all mothers in South Carolina -- "for all that they do," the newly formed Family Heritage Committee is sponsoring the First Annual South Carolina Mother's Day Festival this Saturday at Zemp Stadium. The inclusive event will celebrate mothers from all communities and backgrounds in our state. The festival includes a parade from City Hall to Zemp Stadium, a program with Dr. Brenda Williams as keynote speaker, food vendors, live entertainment, and kids' activities. Admission is free. If you want your mother in the parade, the fee is $10. All proceeds benefit the Family Resource Center; Sistercare; New ...
WASHINGTON -- Say what you will, but you'd best check for recording devices. Alternatively, you might check your thoughts.
(Note: this column first appeared in 1990.)
WASHINGTON -- The Cliven Bundy spectacle in Nevada has provided a Wild West backdrop for our hottest political issues as we gallop toward the midterm elections.
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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