"You've got mail!" Ah, the words so many of us associate with our first email accounts, our AOL email accounts. Hearing that proverbial voice almost produced an air of excitement in an otherwise monotonous day behind our desks, a welcomed distraction in the daily grind. Of course, a great deal has changed since the late '90s. My son was quick to tell me recently our AOL account was a dinosaur and we should really update as soon as possible. He belongs to what some call "Generation M2," highly tech-savvy children ages 8 to 18, whose lives are immersed in ...
As the Chronicle-Independent's education reporter, April usually brings lots of "graduations" and ceremonies celebrating students' achievements from throughout their high school career. Last year, I determined, and confirmed this year, that if I ever have a child I will be one of those moms who cries at all of my kids events.
Earlier this week, NBA player Jason Collins came out to the public as being gay. His announcement made headlines on just about every news website and blog that I scanned over and, of course, Facebook and Twitter were taken over with personal opinions regarding the subject. I support Collins and commend him on his bravery for deciding to "come out of the closet" and to be honest with the public about his sexuality. I'm proud of how far we as a society have come that key professional athletes are able to be open about who they are and are ...
More than 50 years ago, I spent many a day fishing with my maternal grandfather on Lake Wateree. He was known to all as Daddy John and the lake was always called The River. Daddy John knew the location of every Bream/Crappy-Bed and Catfish-Hole at The River. Amazingly, he knew all of the fish in the lake by name. He also knew a great big turtle that he affectionately called Big Al.
April 29, 2013|
By William 'Rusty' Major
C-I guest columnist
This is one of those weeks where I don't have any one thing in particular to write about. That is due in part, at least, to the fact that I was sick most of last week with a touch of bronchitis. What fun.
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.
July 01, 2015|
By Kathleen Parker
Washington Post Writer's Group
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.
(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.)
June 26, 2015|
By Camden Urban Forester Liz Gilland
C-I contributing columnist