Several years ago, I visited a plastic surgeon's office to find out what kinds of "work" I needed to have done in order to look my best.
If you are over 50 years old, or were raised in a small Southern community or "from these parts," then you may have a better appreciation of this story than others would.
WASHINGTON -- The operative maxim in cable television can be summed up as follows: Is it good TV?
A few weeks ago, a friend and I happened to stumble upon a great old-timey store during a trip up to Clemson. No, we weren't in the market for handle-bar mustache wax or a top hat and monocle, but we did want to pick up something we haven't bought in a long time -- a movie from Blockbuster.
After spending an afternoon with Occupy DC, the District of Columbia's branch of the Occupy Wall Street movement, I now understand why they avoid formal leaders. For one thing, when things go wrong, it's easier to spread the blame around. That's something the young radicals have in common with the folks on Wall Street and in Washington.
In 2007, just as I was arriving in Kershaw County, the school district began work on Phase I of the Facilities Equalization Program. Phase I was envisioned to encompass eight construction and renovation projects at a cost of $102 million, which was generated through Installment Purchase Plan bonds. Through a combination of excellent management and a favorable construction market, the $102 million has been stretched to complete several more projects beyond the original scope. The additional projects included a new Jackson Elementary School (also the first LEED-certified Gold School in South Carolina), an addition and media center renovation at Blaney ...
Perhaps it's because most of my elementary and junior high school education took place in the Washington, D.C., suburbs. Perhaps it's just the too many years since I moved on from high school and college. Perhaps I just didn't pay attention.
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.
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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