When musical great Paul Simon wrote the hit song "Kodachrome" in 1973, nobody could have foreseen that 38 years later, the photographic giant Eastman Kodak would be on the verge of bankruptcy.
Over the last few months I have been meeting with people in this great community that I call home. I have been in people's homes, on the streets and in businesses talking about the direction in which the city is heading.
Tea partiers are delighted that their support for Herman Cain proves they don't hate black people. Unfortunately, judging by some of his statements, Cain doesn't seem to like black people very much, either.
There's a funny thing about facts nowadays: everyone has their own.
WASHINGTON -- By the time Steve Jobs' Wikipedia page had been adjusted to past tense, eulogists had added a footnote to his biography of success. Failure.
With about one-third of the pro football regular season over, the line between playoff contenders and divisional basement dwellers is becoming clear.
During a recent weekend, I attended the Rock Around the Clock Festival in Winnsboro.
If anyone needs more proof that the White House sold us a bill of goods when it pressured Congress to pass the "stimulus" act of 2009, just look at what has happened with Solyndra Inc.
What makes a great leader? While President Barack Obama and his Republican challengers grapple mightily with that question, the deaths of Steve Jobs and the Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth, two leaders who shunned political office, tell us the answer.
It's kind of interesting the way we perceive our animals, especially pets, these days.
An interesting personal statistic (one I didn't realize until a few days ago): I have been out of the radio broadcasting business for longer than I was in it. I actually passed that landmark more than a year ago. I worked at radio stations, on and off, for 14 years, ending in the summer of 1995. That was 16 years ago. Where has the time gone?
As I write this column, my plane is taking off from Taiwan's Taoyuan Airport to bring me back home. It was a special visit to Taiwan -- one that helped put so many earlier visits into a larger perspective.
Geez, we have become the most easily offended, quick-to-demand-an-apology, can't-take-a-joke society, maybe in the history of the world, even including Marco Polo, Julius Caesar, Richard Nixon and Steve Spurrier.
News media depict presidencies as long-running soap operas. The story doesn't end, but it goes through changes.
WASHINGTON -- Undoubtedly many Americans, not least among them television producers, are disappointed by Sarah Palin's decision not to run for president.
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.
WASHINGTON -- Grade deflation is dead. Long live grade inflation!
Since I have lived in this area for about eight months now, I have made a discovery about Camden. There's quite a bit of music talent here, especially for a town this size. I have to also say that my opinion comes from just the musicians I know and have heard perform personally. I'm sure there are countless others I don't know about -- yet.
I watched Rory McIlroy win the PGA title Sunday, his third straight golf tournament victory and his second major title within three weeks.
I jokingly call my backyard "the wilderness." My house, built in 1912, sits fairly close to my downtown street, as is the custom in the Historic District in Sumter. The Victorian cast iron fence and neat little patch of grass in my front yard belie what is happening behind my house. The deck at the back of my house overlooks a very deep backyard filled with towering oak and pecan trees. Just over the fence at the rear of the yard is a magnificent willow oak which is probably 100 years old. It rises majestically above all and makes a ...
"Some of my friends are destitute. Some of them are beggars/But, for me, there's a subsidy if I spend my whole life preggers."
Yippee! It is August! We all know what that means. Is it the month when we celebrate Augustus Caesar? No. Is it the month when we have our sweat glands all working at full tilt? No. Is it the month that we get the air conditioning bill and faint dead away because it is higher than the GNP of Costa Rica? No.
So I received my first invitation to join AARP, complete with membership card, explanation of benefits, and even an offer for a groovy free tote bag.
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