Five months ago, 14-year-old Jamey Rodemeyer sat down in his bedroom and recorded an anti-bullying message on his computer's webcam.
I have decided to endorse Herman Cain to be the Republican Party's candidate for president. No, I am not crazy.
From the mailbag:
Dark clouds have been lifted, giving way to blue (and white and orange and black and garnet) skies -- football season is back. For this, fans of every age and team color are grateful. And with immense pride and bliss, they don the jersey of their beloved team; their team that will go all the way this season. At least that's what we, the fans, want to believe; it's what we hold on to year after year as if "it" was the winning lottery ticket; a victorious season in our clutches. Fans want to believe this is the moment ...
WASHINGTON -- Jobs, jobs, jobs, we keep hearing. But for whom, whom, whom?
It sometimes seems odd that South Carolina voters can play the role of kingmaker in presidential campaigns.
When you want to know, and more importantly, understand, what's going on in town, we are your No. 1 source for local news. When I say "we," I mean local community papers like ours.
Last month's column focused on South Carolina's abysmal, fourth-highest in the nation unemployment rate. I have come across some information in the last couple of weeks that has given me a lot to think about as I look for ways the state can encourage job creation in South Carolina.
Suddenly, Campaign 2012 is looking like deja vu all over again. Remember how President Barack Obama's fast rise to the White House was boosted here and there by remarkably unlucky opponents? The Republican challengers to his reelection seem almost determined to help him to get lucky one more time.
Do AMC's "Mad Men," ABC's "Pan Am," NBC's "The Playboy Club" and BBC America's "The Hour" exploit society's barely suppressed appetite for a more sexist, racist and conservative era? Fear not. The underlying message in these depictions of the bad old days is clear: We should be better than that now, even when we aren't.
Forty-two years ago, Wife Nancy -- she was Girlfriend Nancy back then -- gave me an etching of a little boy standing on a rocky shoreline in Maine.
During the past few years it has become increasingly obvious that baseball is no longer America's past-time. The NFL has taken over that mantle as pro football now garners more money and more eyeballs than any other sport.
WASHINGTON -- I stayed up late last Wednesday night in hopes that the U.S. Supreme Court would call off the execution of Troy Davis. Instead, at 11:08 p.m., he was pronounced dead.
The last time I remember reading about something called "K2," it was probably in a National Geographic article referring to the second-highest mountain on Earth after Mt. Everest. In fact, they are part of the same mountain system, although more than 800 miles apart.
Class warfare seems to be popping up everywhere these days. It must be campaign season.
Last week, I called for going after ISIL (or ISIS or IS, the Islamic State as it wants to call itself now), in full force. Admittedly, I wasn't very specific about that. Some may have thought I meant "boots on the ground," as opposed to only the air strikes the U.S. has already participated in.
When business called Tink back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
Around this time of year I get the hankering to head for the hills -- the North Carolina mountains, actually -- and this year the itch is coming on pretty heavily.
Years ago, Holiday Inn had a slogan: "The best surprise is no surprise at all."
You've heard of grade inflation? Welcome to the world of degree inflation.
"No day shall erase you from the memory of time." - Virgil
It's been said, with some degree of accuracy, the newspaper business is dying. At the Chronicle-Independent we're inclined to disagree with that, at least when it comes to this paper, and I'll tell you why. Let me assure you, it's not because it's where we work and where our paychecks come from, although we do honestly appreciate it. It's because we simply are the only source our readers have for the news that really matters to them on a local, personal level.
Customers can be so demanding.
As I write these words, I'm sitting on a rustic dock overlooking a beautiful, placid pond on a coastal South Carolina island. I'm surrounded by nothing but God's creations and natural beauty.
Saturday, I watched a film adaptation of the short story, "Children on Their Birthdays" by Truman Capote, which is one of my favorite short stories. The film is pretty similar to the book with little to no alterations.
Betrothed women of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your husbands' names.
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