As Independence Day approaches, I'm disheartened by two recent Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) decisions. Both were split decisions on how certain laws will be applied. (I'll save Thursday's healthcare decision another time.)
Dear Mitt Romney: I was pleased to hear that you have accepted an invitation to speak in July before the 103rd convention of the NAACP in Houston. In anticipation of that event, I have taken the liberty of writing a speech for you. It's only a beginning, space limitations being what they are, but it should get you off to a solid start and you can take it from there. So, here it is:
Illegal immigration is a tricky topic. The Supreme Court ruled three of four parts of Arizona's controversial immigration law unconstitutional Monday. States with similar immigration laws, such as Alabama, know now what will and will not be allowed in the quest to enforce stricter immigration policies.
"Early to bed and early to rise," said Benjamin Franklin, "makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise."
We all know how the Obama administration likes to portray the auto bailout: a generous infusion of money enabled the government to save General Motors and Chrysler. Jobs that would otherwise have disappeared were rescued by this taxpayer-funded largesse. It was expensive, but we had no choice.
If Roger Clemens was great at throwing a fastball, he was even better at exuding smug masculinity … well, except maybe for those frosted tips that he sports.
WASHINGTON -- The punch line is at least as old as the eldest baby boomer: "I didn't get a pony."
Dirty clothes -- the constant, consistent chore -- is still one of the most odious banes for women. Jingles for commercial tout the truth that "mama keeps the house clean…," but what the woman must face every day is soiled linen! Most men's use of the same temperature for everything and their employment of the "smell test" – if it doesn't smell too bad, wear it again -- may explain the female's acceptance of the laundry chore. No matter the cause, the modern woman has no idea how different keeping presentable clothing was in earlier days.
In 2005 when their city drowned, the staff of the New Orleans Times-Picayune stayed in it longer than common sense and simple prudence would dictate. People who had lost homes, loved ones, and their city itself concentrated on gathering the news and putting it out. They finally left huddled in newspaper delivery trucks, water up to the headlights, decamping to Baton Rouge, 75 miles away, where they went right back to reporting the news.
Often as summer officially begins, the General Assembly is wrapping up its business for the year. However, when legislators returned to Columbia on June 19 there were several important issues left to be addressed. During the week, progress was made on one major issue, another major issue died, and one still remains to be resolved.
At various points since joining the C-I, people have asked me whether I'd ever be interested in working for a larger newspaper or for a paper in a larger market.
When I retired, one of my friends asked me what I was going to do with my time. I told her I was already volunteering and working out. She looked incredulous and remarked, "Well, I don't know what I will do, but certainly will not do those two." She had no idea how entertaining, healthful, and fulfilling these activities are. I have also met many charming, amazing, and different people there. I had the same choice that most have -- vegetate or activate. I chose to activate when family matters allowed. My life is much fuller because of my involvement.
There was always something hapless about Rodney King.
Being a crime reporter is as interesting, fun and challenging as I imagined.
Ralph, who runs a roadside nursery business on the Maine island where Nancy and I spend time, is a conspiracy theorist of the first order.
A while back, a messy problem loomed ahead. I don't like confrontation. If that makes me less than a person then consider me to be itty bitty. Life, I figure, is too short for squabbling. My motto is "whenever possible, step out of the way."
Recently an inquiry came to the South Caroliniana Library from the Adirondack Museum in Saranac Lake, N. Y., concerning an Edward T. Start (1867-1952) photograph in their collection. Along with the inquiry came a copy of the photograph and Start's obituary from the February 5, 1952, Adirondack Daily.
I love my job. As harried as I can be sometimes, I really do love it. I think long-time readers of this column know that by now -- that I love to write stories about Kershaw County, especially in Camden, which has been my primary beat (along with healthcare) for 14 years. You know that I'm passionate about the S.C. Freedom of Information Act and that I truly believe it doesn't just benefit journalists like myself, but individual citizens like you.
Let's talk about grumpy people. Fie on them.
I was truly proud to be able to report during the past week an historical event right here in Camden. It was the naming of the I-20 bridge that crosses the Wateree River for Kershaw County's three Medal of Honor recipients. The Medal of Honor is the greatest and most prestigious award bestowed on those serving in the United States military and to receive it means you've done something exceptionally special, often at the cost of your life.
One of my favorite movies is the 1969 classic Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; since it came out I've watched it probably 20 times.
Tech companies are finally spilling some of their most sought-after secrets.
I completed my bachelor's degree the first week of August, so I was thrilled to snag a job at the Chronicle-Independent a little more than a week later.
Tax inversions. Double Irish with a Dutch sandwich. Spinning off tangible assets into real estate investment trusts. Son-of-BOSS shelters.
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