Even the best batters have to take batting practice sometimes. But it seems Barack Obama didn't heed such advice during the debate last Wednesday night. His lack of preparation was strikingly evident, only giving further credence to the idea that the president just doesn't seem to like the game of politics all too much.
As a teenager in Pennsylvania, I delivered The Morning Call and The Evening Chronicle to customers in a suburb of Allentown. On rainy days, I'd try to make sure the paper stayed dry inside the screen door. Now, I get The State and the New York Times delivered to my driveway in plastic bags, though the Times delivery is erratic. I can, of course, also read the Times on my iPhone, iPad and desktop computer.
Once or twice a year while living in the Washington, D.C., area as a child, my father would drive me and my sister to New York's Long Island to visit my grandparents, Ira and Barbara Cahn. They lived in Wantaugh, but spent much of their waking hours -- as well as time they should have been sleeping -- a little east of there in Massapequa.
Twenty-five years after sociologist William Julius Wilson's important study of urban decline and vanishing "marriageable men," poverty is still with us. At least, we're finding lots of new ways to argue about it, even if our theories are no less sharply divided than the rest of our politics.
Move over Duggar family, TLC has a new hit show on their hands.
Six weeks have passed since my oldest son walked through our back door. The mere mention of this makes the stretch seem even longer. Of course, aside from a normal dose of missing their brother, for his siblings, this time represents six weeks of more slices of pizza at dinner, shorter waits for the bathroom, and total control of the TV remote. For me, it suggests more intangibles. It is the void, the missing place setting at our table, and the one less body charging down the stairs for breakfast like a horse running for open country.
Research tells us Americans are getting smarter as time goes by.
WASHINGTON -- Gloria Steinem is unmistakable.
The European's triumph during the final round of the Ryder Cup Sunday may provide a preview of things to come on the PGA Tour.
That morning, a piano tune from boyhood days echoed down the halls of Pinedale, a senior citizens care facility located near Camden. As we drew abreast of the piano player's room, there sat Neva Shannon ("Coota") Montgomery with her near 100-year-old, yet nimble fingers "tickling the ivories" into the song "Jesus Loves Me."
If there's one thing I have an unnatural fear of, it's insects of both the crawling and flying variety. I've known that about myself since I was at least 12 years old when a huge bumblebee landed on my head. Not knowing what it was, I reached up and grabbed it only for it to -- naturally -- sting me. Luckily, I'm not allergic, but, boy!, did it hurt. Why that translated to a fear of crawling insects, I'm not sure except that I remember a giant millipede (or something like that) crawling up my bedroom wall ...
Amidst a necessary, but life-threatening, debate on the future of health care for millions of Americans, presidential candidate Mitt Romney revealed why it's OK that almost 50 million Americans are uninsured. Romney said in an interview with a TV broadcast news program that people who are uninsured are "care(d) for" with the help of America's emergency room services:
You might not be finding much to laugh about these days.
WASHINGTON -- I've written variations of this column a couple of times during the past 20 years, but certain occasions bear revisiting -- and surely the disappearance of a friend is one.
With the official start of autumn last week and the holidays soon upon us, my thoughts turn to a truly unique American holiday. No, not Thanksgiving but Arbor Day. Perhaps you may recall celebrating Arbor Day in elementary school, perhaps you remember hearing John Denver singing "Trees for Your Tomorrow" on television or radio on behalf of the National Arbor Day Foundation or perhaps you've seen an article about it in The Chronicle Independent with a photo of people standing around a newly planted tree.
To say that 2014 has had its ups and downs would be an understatement. Honestly, I don't know what words or phrases I would use to describe how my 2014 played out. It wasn't the worst year ever, but it definitely wasn't the greatest.
Recently, I had lunch with three old friends. All of us are proud South Carolina natives, amateur history buffs and great fans of barbecue (BBQ). We decided to meet at a new BBQ joint that we were all anxious to try.
WASHINGTON -- First there's the spark, then the conflagration, followed by the litigation and then, surely, the movie.
There are few who cannot say truthfully that they miss their parents after death has laid claim to those loved ones. The parents who taught us, scolded us and, at times, annoyed us are never forgotten, never put away on a shelf to be remembered no more.
You may have read about the letter of intent to be agreed upon between KershawHealth and MUSC Health/Capella Healthcare. This agreement is about more than simply the leasing of real estate and ownership of property. Ultimately, it is about an investment of organizational and financial resources in this community and its healthcare needs. MUSC Health/Capella Healthcare will invest heavily in programs, facilities, and services at KershawHealth that will increase our patient volume and, in turn, increase revenue. From an organizational standpoint, it will provide access to best practices and strategies to improve the quality of care provided, enhance ...
Dec. 30 isn't that far away.
The popular web site Slate says intermissions should be brought back to movie theaters.
WASHINGTON -- Deregulating the taxi industry? Been there, done that.
The holiday season is traditionally a time for joy and celebration. It's a time when we may be able to see family members and friends who we seldom get to see because of distance or available time. For many of us, it's the time we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. For others, there are options in the form of Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever holiday celebration you may choose.
Earlier this week, as I sat down at my desk stacked high with a rather large "catch-up pile," flipped on my computer and opened up my browser, I was greeted by a plethora of Christmas cheer. You know, the bright pop-up holiday ad-type cheer and the Top 10 gift list-type cheer among others. In my view as well were numerous articles on a variety of topics including "How to Raise the Bar for Your Holiday Decorations," "Picking That Perfect Tree," "Best Free Apps for Christmas Shopping," "Say Cheese: Time for the Dreaded Family Portrait" and the final two but no ...
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