We knew we were racing the clock. Massive rain had been forecasted and on Saturday, Oct. 3, it started falling. But no one I knew expected the kind of flooding we saw the next day. Hundreds, if not, thousands of people and animals were almost instantly displaced and homeless. Lost pets were wandering flooded homes and streets. Our 7-month-old puppy, Tilly, would have been one of them, if not for a team of caring volunteers and one hero who appeared out of nowhere.
Supposedly, one of the worst things you can do in the world is show people how you make the sausage. No one cares -- or they might find it so ugly they run for the hills. All they care about is whether or not the sausage tastes good and is safe to eat.
WASHINGTON -- It might be time for Katie Couric to ask Jeb Bush what he reads.
You know that saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" Well, I recently had two wishes granted. The first was for rain; and that's all I'll say about that. The second wish was to host and attend a Tree Risk Assessment Qualification Seminar, or TRAQ for short.
Occasionally I ask a distinguished guest columnist to share this space. This column is by John Warner, who over a 33-year career has become a widely recognized leader of the innovation and entrepreneurial community in and around South Carolina. He is CEO of Concepts to Companies, which partners with strong academic researchers and other technologists who have compelling business ideas but do not have the experience or the desire to startup companies alone. He can be reached at email@example.com.
There's an old adage, something about never discussing religion or politics with friends or family, unless you want to get rid of them forever.
WASHINGTON -- With the latest poll numbers tallied and political pundits having spoken, a consensus has emerged: Hillary Clinton won the first Democratic debate and, barring a Benghazi piñata exploding with revelations, has cinched the nomination.
It takes a lot of time to be the proper Southerner, the kind respected for thoughtfulness and kindness. In fact, it takes so much time, it's looking like I may have to give up my job, just to act like Mama raised me and Daddy expected me to do.
At a superintendents meeting in September, I heard a presentation from a member of the S.C. Senate Finance Committee staff on budget and revenue issues which will impact our state. It's often difficult to get one's arms around fiscal issues because the information is generally presented in pithy sound bites reflecting the bias of the politician, media person or interest group being quoted. This particular presentation, however, got my attention because it put tangible numbers and an objective picture on the table. I thought the highlights of his speech were worth sharing in this column.
Not just due to the change we've made to our twice a week schedule, or even because of last week's weather, but, goodness!, have I felt overwhelmed lately.
WASHINGTON -- Barrels of ink and galaxies of pixels have been sacrificed to solving the mystery of the spectacular rises of Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump.
On the evening of August 15, 1780, Catherine Orr Alexander looked up at the night sky in Mecklenburg County and wondered exactly where her husband was. She knew he was in harm's way for he was serving with the Continental troops under Gen. Horatio Gates. Little did she know he was not very far away from Charlotte Town, just down the road toward Camden at Rugeley's Mill, encamped with the American troops who were preparing for an encounter with the British at the garrison at Camden. What ensued would become known as the Battle of Camden. It was ...
If more money were the answer to the state's infrastructure woes, the topic would hardly be worth debating. The real trouble with South Carolina's roads, though, isn't a lack of money. It's a lack -- indeed, a total lack -- of citizen control or influence on road funding. How do we know more money won't produce better roads?
So, I walked into a neat little country store/artists colony thing up in the mountains last week. Having been drawn by the sound of a Martin guitar and an easy-going voice doing old folkie tunes from the hills and hollers, I sat down with a glass of tea for a listen.
WASHINGTON -- The worst job in the world, it turns out, isn't the U.S. presidency but speaker of the House of Representatives.
Lately, I've been thinking: If there's anything to reincarnation, then I want to come back as one of my critters.
PALM BEACH, Fla. -- As speaking fees go, Hillary Clinton's allegedly scandalous $200,000 per engagement is chump change compared with Donald Trump's $1 ...
It was a rare, precious afternoon for me. Dixie Dew and I were settled deeply into an easy chair with legs flopped across the ottoman ...
This story was supposed to have a happy ending.
I'm a sucker for orcas (a/k/a killer whales), dolphins and whales. I just love them. Depending on the species, they are, in ...
During Black History Month, one particular white man is worth talking about. A descendent of the founders of Charleston, Bud Ferillo embodies a singular vantage ...
A few years ago my company did some work for the city and mayor of Barcelona, Spain, developing innovative internet and new technology strategies. Both ...
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