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.
Which current major university was once located in Winnsboro?
"A hootenanny" -- that was the scene 48 years ago in Oct. 1964 on the campus of North Carolina State University.
WASHINGTON -- Forty years ago, all of America learned the name of a particular condominium, hotel and office complex along the Potomac in the nation's capital.
On the night of Barack Obama's presidential election victory, Americans seemed to shed our troubled legacy of racism. Or did we?
Every year in May, a community member named Bob Watkins invites me to speak to the Golden Club, a really fun group of local retirees that meets for breakfast once a week. Generally, I use this opportunity to talk about the accomplishments of school year. I thought I'd share some of the same highlights in this month's column. It's been another great year! Our students and our staff continue to achieve at an impressive level. Following are just a few examples:
Bear with me as I put a little of my comic book geek on to make a point about what makes the front pages of this newspaper.
Time's old adage says, "More money, more problems," but I think the problems come when people realize they have more choices available when they have more money.
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.
It has become somewhat of an art for me, that of studying Southern culture and deciphering what makes us different from others as well as downright peculiar among ourselves.
Our family has spent many a pleasant summer day with several families from the Dillon area and the experience is always enjoyable and the manner in which they address their friends, neighbors and kinfolk is like taking a step back in the "Old South." Everyone seems to have a prefix or you are a tourist just stopping by.
There is no longer any doubt that America still has a long way to go before it can say that it has grown beyond the prejudices and fear and tragic cycle of action and reaction when it comes to relations between blacks and whites.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
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