Last night, my daughter wanted to draw a bird. Elated she was showing common interest, I quickly answered her request to view the "bird book" in order to find the perfect candidate. She thumbed through the pages, impressed by the vast array of coloration found in our native species. She finally landed on Eastern Bluebird, pointed to the most colorful photo and asked, "Is that the mommy or the daddy?" I told her it was the daddy, and that in nearly all cases, the daddy bird is the more colorful of the two. Dumbfounded, she perused other pages, asking me ...
It's been almost 76 years since pioneering female aviator Amelia Earhart disappeared somewhere over the Pacific Ocean with navigator Fred Noonan while flying a Lockheed Model 10 Electra.
WASHINGTON -- If second-term presidents feel liberated by re-election to pursue bolder agendas, first ladies often become more comfortable to be their own person.
Just a couple days ago I was discussing the greatest inventions of mankind with my lunch bunch.
Now that they're facing Washington's first serious push for new gun violence prevention laws since the Columbine massacre, gun lobbyists are grasping at straws -- as in "straw" purchases.
It's funny how parenting works. At times, I am wonderfully amazed at the position; in other moments, I am utterly confused by the entire ride as if I were falling down the rabbit hole. I believe it fair to say, even with all the preparations we think we've made, no one is ever ready. We are always caught off guard when parenthood chooses us. When the "smoke clears," we realize that, of all the balls ever thrown our way, this is the one we cannot drop. Having kids -- the charge of rearing good, ethical, responsible human beings -- is ...
Last weekend I attended a cooperative (co-op) development workshop sponsored by the National Cooperative Business Association (NCBA) I was invited to.
My mother certainly was horrified that I seemed to enjoy learning, often telling me, "Boys do not like smart girls." Her idea of a good life for me was to find some man to take care of me, know all home skills such as cooking, sewing, etc., and fill the house with children. Today, because of her, I know those skills and enjoy them. I did however, only have one child because of unforeseen circumstances. Knitting, crocheting, needlepoint, crewel, and regular sewing often occupy my time. In fact, one of my grandchildren recently asked me, "Nana, do you still like ...
WASHINGTON -- First they came for the drones.
One of my first tastes of a slice of life in Camden came nearly two years ago after cruising down the Wateree River with a couple of pirates.
Being reared by a mother who was a wonderful cook, I rarely had the chance to do so, Mother's idea being for me to watch her do it. As most teenagers, I had little time for this inactive pursuit. Finally, Mother allowed me the honor of preparing a cake with her being the watcher. Since the cake to be baked was a pound cake, I thought this was a one-step procedure requiring little effort. How wrong I was! Mother had no mix master or electric appliance; the cook beat and beat and beat by hand. I had a much ...
WASHINGTON -- RINO-hunting, the long popular political sport that morphed in 2008 into a sort of hysteria-driven obsession, lately has become a suicide mission.
Last July, I wrote about how disheartened I was that the Supreme Court of the United States refused, on a 5-4 partisan vote, to reconsider one of its worst decisions ever: Citizens United. The original 2010 ruling opened the door for "super" political action committees (Super PACs) to accept unlimited contributions and, in at least some cases, without full disclosure on where that money's coming from.
On the slope of Malvern Hill is where John Young saved Henry Truesdale's life. Jim Sheorn and W.S. Kirby were on each side of Young.
Many years ago, when I was a fresh-faced, full-of-spit-and-vinegar young reporter, I wrote a story indicating that a local church had hired a new minister.
My friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County called me, all hot and bothered, about the big outlaw gang biker shootout a couple weeks ago in Waco, Texas.
After many, many years, today may be Glenn Tucker's final column with the Chronicle-Independent (hopefully, he may choose to periodically write one from time to time when he gets the urge). Additionally, he has written the lion's share of this newspapers editorials and that important duty will now be handled by others at the newspaper.
Every now and then I revisit a topic I've already written about here, especially when there's new information to pass along or a new observation I've made or conclusion I've reached. Such is the case this week.
WASHINGTON -- One can understand why The Weekly Standard's William Kristol would try to nullify Hillary Clinton's presidential candidacy, but smearing all baby boomers in the process seems a stretch of veracity in the service of a blank page.
WASHINGTON -- Because so many Republicans want to be president -- or at least pretend they do -- debate organizers have decided to eliminate the least popular from the stage based on how they rank in the latest national polls.
As a very young boy of 9 years old, I first became interested in politics when my father off-handedly encouraged me to watch the Kennedy-Nixon presidential debate in 1960. It changed my life -- literally.
The great comedian Bill Engvall coined the catch phrase, "Here's your sign."
I don't often get the chance, simply due to my work schedule, but every now and then I like to see what our sister paper in Bishopville, the Lee County Observer, has on its front page.
My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don't know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a $100 bill in hand.
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