As a political issue, same-sex marriage is like playing 3-D chess: Opponents of the idea need to move quickly because the game board is tilting slowly but steadily in favor of the other side.
Leftovers that got the editing whack from recent columns:
Four plus five equals nine. Six plus three also equals nine. Three plus three plus three equals nine, too.
As many of you have read, a group of interested citizens from Camden recently took a road trip. Dennis Stuber, First Citizens, and Karen Eckford, NBSC, organized and hosted a very educational and enlightening day. Thank you.
When I remember the kitchen in my teenage years, I know I have a much easier life. The kitchen had a large, one sided sink, a tiny icebox, which later became an even tinier refrigerator, and an oilcloth covered table with wooden chairs. The icebox required the services of the ice man and ran over quite frequently when I did not empty it. The refrigerator was eternally in need of defrosting, since no such thing as frostless or self-defrosting refrigerator existed. I hated the one sided sink, and, since I usually had to do the dishwashing -- company or family -- knew ...
WASHINGTON -- This past week's news cycle has produced two narratives:
At the U.S. Open last year, a 22-year-old Irish kid named Rory McIlroy swooped onto the Congressional Country Club and crushed the competition, besting second-place finisher Jason Day by a whopping eight strokes.
For half my life, I've wondered why in the world we still elect sheriffs in this country. I began wondering about that while working for a radio station 25 years ago in Dahlonega, Ga. Dahlonega sits in the -- no offense to anyone from there -- unfortunately named Lumpkin County.
So what if Elizabeth Warren claims to be part Native American Indian? She's entitled, according to historical documents. Besides, Americans never have been all that clear or consistent about what distinguishes one race from another.
WASHINGTON -- The squabbling between political campaigns and the harrumphing of pundits were put in proper perspective at, of all places, the White House Correspondents' Association (WHCA) dinner -- the annual Prom on the Potomac where 2,000 or so media members and movie stars gather to honor the president and admire one another.
What could be more American than encouraging a robust debate on one of the most controversial issues of the day? The answer -- for some on the left, anyway -- is: lie about your opponents and make a pathetic effort to discredit them.
"In those days, the people of any means moved from Camden to Kirkwood in early summer and remained to a few heavy frosts," wrote Mrs. Alfred Doby reminisce in 1906.
Republicans are delighted to hear they scored better than Democrats and independents in a new survey of political knowledge. Fine. I'm sure Democrats would be just as boastful if their side scored better. Everybody in politics wants to believe that their side is brilliant and the others are a bunch of nitwits.
Every now and then, we clear out the cobwebs of our lives. My mother's been going through this for a while now and, as she did, came across this 25-year-old letter from me. It appears typed, since it includes hand-written edits in my handwriting. I thought it would be fun to share, since it not only offers me a bit of self-reflection, but a peek at life back in the '80s.
President Obama "slow jams the news?" Is this a nakedly bold pitch for the youth vote or what?
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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