I have never been quite as wrapped up with Twitter as a lot of my colleagues are, although the 140-characters-or-less medium appears to be ideally suited to today's shortened attention spans.
Four-year-old Abigael Evans spoke for millions when she sobbed, "I'm tired of Bronco Bamma and Mitt Romney."
(John Baird, an army lieutenant colonel (LTC), is the brother of Rupert Baird, who wrote a number columns for the Chronicle-Independent during his deployment several years ago. LTC Baird is now doing the same. His columns will appear periodically on Mondays during his deployment.)
Last Tuesday's election here in Camden was the tightest I have seen. Mayor-elect Tony Scully won only 91 more votes than incumbent Mayor Jeffrey Graham to win the mayor's seat on council, a mere 2.5 percent difference. Councilwoman Alfred Mae Drakeford and Councilwoman-elect Laurie Parks both earned approximately 27 percent of the vote. The other challengers, Johnny Deal and Peggy Ogburn earned approximately 23 percent each. The sports complex ballot question failed by only 254 votes, or 7 percent.
My friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County is glad the elections are over.
Colorado and Washington voted to legalize recreational marijuana use this week.
It's hard to believe Thanksgiving is upon us once again and I'll be the first to admit I'm elated. The fourth Thursday in November has always been my holiday of choice. Waiting to see if Santa has pleased all the good boys and girls under our roof weighs heavier on the stress-o-meter than does the debate on how dry my turkey is. Make no mistake, as the meaning of Christmas is at the absolute top. Thanksgiving tends to be, for me, a bit more calming in a loud, laughter-induced kind of way. Its focus is somewhat more ...
In his 2008 "More Perfect Union" speech, presidential candidate Barack Obama declared, "Race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now." Then he tried his best to ignore it.
Almost all former teachers have gifts from their pupils -- notes, pictures, jewelry, household dishes. I have an inordinate amount. One I gave back to the presenters because it was so precious: a counted cross stitch picture with a beautiful teacher dedication. You see, three students from the same family were involved. The male from the family had demanded that he be included when his sisters did the work, so he gave money to purchase it. When I retired, I thought they would have better use for it in their classroom. Only seamstresses have any idea how much work is involved ...
(Kathleen Parker's column was written Friday, prior to the election.)
It's going to be hard for a country fella from Clearwater to be the next governor of South Carolina. Even I knew that as a naïve teenager and first-time voter six years ago. Yet there I stood at the ballot box, my finger resolutely picking Tommy Moore over Mark Sanford.
Free. It's a lovely word, isn't it? For most of us this week, "free" means voting for our candidates of choice or express how we feel about certain issues.
Words have a way of coming back to haunt Mitt Romney, especially when he says them in front of television cameras.
At about 6 a.m. on October 18, 1950, a baby girl was born in the Camden Hospital. Her parents lived in Kershaw County during the Great Depression and World War II and were members of Tom Brokaw's "Greatest Generation."
Hear ye, hear ye! Sarah Palin hereby accuses President Barack Obama of the high crime of shucking and jiving or, more precisely, a "shuck and jive shtick" with "Benghazi lies."
If there's one thing Senior Staff Writer Jim Tatum and I can talk for hours about it's favorite movies and TV shows from ...
WASHINGTON -- The Trump riddle continues to compel: How has he managed to successfully execute such a mass deception?
At the Battle of Camden's 235th anniversary, I spoke on behalf of the city. I remembered Bono, rock star and humanitarian, stating every country ...
WASHINGTON -- We're going to have Donald Trump around for a while, which prompts the question: What is Trumpism? Or, to put it more tartly ...
Isn't it funny -- by that I mean strange -- how things have a way of working out? Call it fate, destiny, karma, luck, a blessing ...
What if I asked you to name the most famous song that has come from South Carolina?
What's up with this Ashley Madison thing?
Not long ago, I watched a couple of documentaries on ESPN about the Southeastern Conference called, SEC: Storied.
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