It was hardly surprising for Time magazine to choose President Barack Obama to be its "Person of the Year." But for a new face that represents the spirit of these times, I believe a serious argument can be made for Alana Thompson, better known to many as TLC's pint-sized reality-TV star, Honey Boo Boo.
My love of science fiction, especially Star Trek, is well known to long-time readers. I have enjoyed every incarnation, from the original, somewhat campy series of the 1960s to the 2009 "reboot" movie by J.J. Abrams. I've enjoyed each series, but -- and this may surprise some people -- none more than Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
A friend of mine recently commented about his 30-pound overweight problem, "You know, Teal, I looked down at my waist and realized the pounds had just crept up on me over the years." That's the nature of trends. Some develop slowly while some others develop quicker and become more noticeable.
WASHINGTON -- The new year began not with a cannonball off the fiscal cliff but with an outbreak of conspiratorial cynicism.
No slavery is quite as pernicious as that which we impose on ourselves.
Ready to travel the world, Ronald Moss joined the U.S. Army in 1946. He went to Ft. Bennon, Ga.; Ft. Louis, Wash.; Camp Stoneman, Calif.; the Philippines; Hawaii; and learned to speak Japanese while in Japan. He was a part of the Pacific Theater of Operations during World War II. During his time in the military, he graduated from the National Radio Institute and worked as a radio technician.
This past Sunday, I walked into my neighbor's house and was met by a wave of burgundy, gold and white. I quickly wondered how I could hide the obnoxious blue and white scarf I was wearing. Where were the other Dallas fans, I thought. And then from across the room, I spotted a lone comrade donning the Cowboys jersey. Two fans are always better than one. However, three interceptions later, the Redskins are in the playoffs and Dallas goes home. Maybe next year, Tony. I continue to be amazed at the enthusiasm and allegiance of the American football fan ...
HASHTAG, America -- It is comforting to think of death as a passing rather than an end. In that vein, I prefer to think of Steve Jobs' final words as editorial commentary: "Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow."
When people ask me, "How's it going?" I tell them, "exhilarating," a new word for me.
On the day after the recent massacre at an elementary school in Newtown, Conn., police in Newport Beach, Calif., took a man into custody for allegedly firing more than 50 rounds from a semi-automatic handgun in the parking lot of a shopping mall. He aimed into the air and no one was hit, though one person was hurt slightly while running away. Police say 42-year-old Marcos Gurrola was destitute and frustrated with his circumstances. Firing dozens of rounds at the sky was his way of venting.
WASHINGTON -- 'Tis the season when columnists write mea culpas, make predictions and list their resolutions.
When I thought long and hard about who or what to write about for my annual, year-end "...of the Year" column, and when I looked back at what appeared to be 2012's biggest stories in the C-I, the choice was clear: the voters of Kershaw County.
Dec. 12-18, 2012: we are wheels up on a 747 Airbus headed for Afghanistan!
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Like many of her neighbors, Margarette Cunningham Moss grew up "very poor." Moss' mother, a housewife, taught her seven daughters to do the household chores typical of those who owned a farm and an orchard on Crooked Island in the 1940s. A typical day might include hand-washing clothes; cleaning their one-bedroom home; making homemade bread, accompanied by tea with leaves picked fresh off a tree; spending a few hours in their fields picking pigeon peas, cassava, fruit and anything else her family planted that season; sewing for the Red Cross and herself; and infrequent trips to neighboring "settlements." The family ...
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.)
Listen up, local public bodies: the S.C. Supreme Court recently ruled in a North Augusta case which I hope will make clearer -- if not settle once and for all -- how you enter executive sessions.
It happens all the time. Tink will meet someone new around where we live and, invariably, that person will mention my daddy.
(In last month's column, Camden Urban Forester Liz Gilland started a story about a snake in a tree in a city right of way. When she left off, Gilland had called a wildlife trapping company -- which didn't handle snakes -- and naturalist Austin Jenkins, who suggested it was best to leave the snake alone.)
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