Many years ago, I adopted the "wait till the next day" philosophy regarding letters I wrote to people which were penned in -- how shall we put this? -- the heat of battle.
On the afternoon of February 15, 2013, the famed Beard Collection began to arrive at the Camden Archives and Museum. On March 5, the last large load arrived around 1 p.m. and the archives was a beehive of activity, with police and firemen carrying collection items in from trucks, cars and vans. As our new curator of collections, Rickie Good, and I checked items in, Mr. Beard told stories and related anecdotes about each one while it was being photographed by the police camera man. This significant collection represents many voices through the years it spans -- from 1514 to ...
I think it's safe to say that I'm on my way to beer snob-dom.
When I was young, I remember arriving home to find Mom's face was awash with concern and intent. She told me there was a fire down in the pinewoods below the neighborhood. We were evacuating. I remember feeling intrigued by it all. The seriousness never set in until some of my closest friends lost their homes to the flames.
WASHINGTON -- The media love optics and no one understands this better than President Obama.
There is something that has been bothering me lately. And no, I'm not referring to the fact that there will never again be a new episode of 30 Rock (RIP Liz Lemon) or the fact that the writers of Downton Abbey (SPOILER ALERT) decided to kill off two of the most likable characters on the show in particularly gruesome fashions. My beef is with something that we are servants to almost every single day of our lives -- stoplights.
This week is Sunshine Week, that week of the year where journalists, especially in the newspaper business emphasize the importance of freedom of information acts (FOIA) and open government. Sunshine Week is a joint effort of the American Society of News Editors (ASNE) and the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press (RCFP). It's called Sunshine Week because the observation started in Florida by that state's press association in 2003. Florida is, of course, the Sunshine State.
In January, KershawHealth's accounting firm, Dixon Hughes Goodman LLP, presented its annual audit report to the Board of Trustees. Dixon Hughes Goodman is one of the country's most respected Certified Public Accountant (CPA) firms and the largest based in the South. The audit report was excellent, and the auditors commented specifically on KershawHealth's outstanding accounting department. The CPAs found no areas which were substandard or issues to be addressed in connection with their audit. The report was gratifying because it reiterates that despite current challenges, KershawHealth continues to maintain the highest financial standards.
WASHINGTON -- Excuse me while I roll my eyes over the latest "mommy war."
In an age dominated by political enmity, bile and vitriol -- how's that for a hateful trio? -- the story of the friendship of former presidents George H. W. Bush and Bill Clinton gives us all a measure of hope that we can get past the ill feelings that so dominate our political landscape.
English teachers border on the unstable, especially when it comes to the misuse of grammar! Newspaper copy containing errors causes them to receive telephone calls from acquaintances wanting them to censure the writing. Highway signs can cause physical discomfort for misspellings, apostrophe misuse, or substitution of a comma for a semicolon or vice versa. Some teachers solve their problems by making their tests consist of true-false or choice questions (a/b/c/d). Although many conscientious individuals still teach essay or theme writing, their students, for the most part, just look at the final grade, not reading the notations -- certainly ...
It's official: South Carolina has lost its mind.
It is really not so odd that we would find Dennis Rodman partying heartily with North Korea's Kim Jong Un. After all, they have so much in common. Think of Kim as Rodman with less height, fewer piercings, more nuclear menace -- and more blood on his hands.
I always told myself I would never move back to Camden after graduating high school. In my mind, I was bigger than the small town life and it would hold me back from doing what I wanted to do. Although, I had no idea what exactly that big thing I wanted to do was in the first place.
WASHINGTON -- To the world beyond the Beltway, it might not mean much that Bob Woodward of the famed Watergate duo went public with his recent White House run-in.
Hello, my name is Jimmy and I'm a hypochondriac.
Many people have crossed the path of my life, but only one crossed it from three different directions. Don Light, one of Nashville's most admired powerbrokers and star makers, was meant to be part of my life. I say this repeatedly because I encountered him through friends in country music, Southern gospel and NASCAR racing.
When we examine our experiences over time, our recollections of some of them stand out like posts supporting our "fence of life." These are memories we will never forget. Some refer to them as "muscle" memories, very strong ones.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
When I was a wise-elbowed, wet nosed kid barely out of college, a lot of people used to annoy me with questions about what I wanted to do for a living.
(Kathleen Parker wrote this column in advance of President Barack Obama's appearance in Charleston for State Sen. Clementa Pinckney's funeral.)
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