When the presidential debates between George W. Bush and Al Gore were held in October 2000, the 9/11 attacks were less than a year away. Guess how many times "al Qaeda" or "Osama bin Laden" came up in those debates? Not once.
It was quite a turnaround for Roger Federer at Sunday's season-ending tour championships in London. Despite missing out on winning any grand slam titles this year, the Swiss tennis star proved he still has something left in the tank by finishing up the year winning what most tennis fans consider the sport's "fifth major."
WASHINGTON -- Another debate, another episode of "The Dating Game." Will the winner be contestant Number One, Two ... Eight?
WASHINGTON -- As the GOP candidates have been thrashing it out in debates that seem to occur every couple of hours or so, one almost misses the iconic wink that enraged or beguiled the nation a political season ago.
An old joke says that a camel is a horse designed by committee. That's more than I can say for the congressional "supercommittee." It was supposed to come up with a proposal to cut the deficit. It didn't even produce a camel. Just a lot of the stuff horses and camels leave behind.
The holiday season is upon us, and while we may see, hear and read admonitions and tips for healthy holiday eating, I'd like for us to think about healthy eating in terms of a healthy South Carolina economy. According to Dana Beach with the S.C. Coastal Conservation League, "…less than 10 percent of what we eat in South Carolina is grown in the state. The rest is imported." For the holidays and everyday, we should be serving up foods that create jobs for South Carolinians, and not send our food dollars out of state or even out of ...
A woman in Porter Ranch, Calif., pepper sprays fellow shoppers at a Walmart in the northwest Los Angeles suburb.
During this holiday season, I'm thankful for:
And now it's Newt?
WASHINGTON -- The headline on Democratic strategist Paul Begala's recent Newsweek essay dodged subtlety: "The Stupid Party."
At one point in time it was Michele Bachmann, then Rick Perry, and then Herman Cain. All three were labeled potential presidential contenders and the strongest "anti-Mitt Romney" element in the 2012 race, but goofs and gaffes quickly had their poll numbers heading south.
"Chicago-style politics" aren't always evil. That's what the more pragmatic old-timers told me as a young reporter. I was a newcomer to Chicago, where, as Bullwinkle J. Moose might say, politics were not for those who are easily sickened as the plots thicken.
I didn't really mean to write about Gov. Nikki Haley again after last week's criticism of the S.C. Department of Health and Environmental Control's decision to grant a permit to the state of Georgia to dredge part of the shared Savannah River. I rarely write about the same person or topic twice in a row, but I can't keep quiet on Haley's decision to crack down on Occupy Columbia's, er, occupation of the State House grounds at night.
A couple of months back, a friend sent me an article from The New York Times which described the work being done with character development by the administrators of two very different New York City area schools. The first one, KIPP (Knowledge Is Power Program) Charter School, serves economically disadvantaged students, while the other one, the Riverdale Country School, is a very exclusive private school. The administrators of these two very different schools found themselves struggling with the same question; that is, what does it take to be a successful person?
In a bracing understatement, Penn State football coach Joe Paterno, 84, uttered a tragic epitaph to his abruptly ended legendary career, "With the benefit of hindsight, I wish I had done more." He is not alone.
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.
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
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