On Palm Sunday, I found myself having to aplogize to our altar servers who attend Charleston County Schools.
As always, I had scheduled their practice at 10 a.m. for the Liturgy of Good Friday at 3 p.m. only to be told that Charleston County Schools would be in session.
On Monday, I read that Communist Cuba would observe Good Friday as a national holiday. Interesting, isn't it?
Rev. L. B. McInerny Middle Street
I may be addressing this to the editor, but my intent and my hope is that every member of our Legislature will read this: wake up and do what's right.
No rationale needed, just common sense and concern for safety. Make texting while driving illegal. Now.
Ray Duchesneau Hidden Lakes Drive
Your editorial makes an excellent point about the fiscal sense of using dollar coins but missed the reason they never catch on: We keep printing paper dollars.
Almost every European country uses the equivalent of dollar coins, and many use two dollar coins, but they don't have the equivalent in paper currency; hence, those coins are routinely used.
I will admit to giving a German cabbie an exorbitant tip, thinking I was loading his hand with quarter Euros when they were actually two euros. It took a few minutes to figure why he was so grateful.
But that aside, the way to make the dollar coin popular is to quit printing paper dollars.
Of course the problem is a very powerful paper lobby based, I believe, in Massachusetts, which has managed to keep Congress firmly in its grasp.
Too bad, as cost savings are enormous.
But don't stop there. The penny has outlived its usefulness and should also be eliminated. Just round up or down to the next logical price. It works out.
How's this for an idea? Do the two things simultaneously. Make room for dollar coins in cash drawers where pennies used to go.
The cost savings of not making pennies far exceeds eliminating the dollar bill, but guess what? The penny lobby is even stronger than the dollar lobby, so it won't happen.
Charles Mitchum Seacrest Lane Folly Beach
Why is it that we are so quick to see the face of Christ on the back of a beached stingray while yet so prone to miss seeing Christ in the faces of our fellow human beings?
Ellen C. Branham Scottland Drive
I have had enough of the whining and negative press about the 35th Cooper River Bridge Run. My response is, “Get over it.”
I have been blessed to compete (“participate” might be a better word) in 31 bridge runs. Let me offer my perspective: The Bridge Run is a tough, grueling test of one's ability, whether walking or running, and you need to be ready for it.
It's a rite of spring where tens of thousands of weekend warriors annually challenge the beast that is the bridge.
We nervously stand around at the start in our smartest racing garb, marvel at the occasional sighting of an elite runner, stretch as if we're prepping for an AAU track event, joke with our fellow combatants, announce to our buddies some unrealistic finish time and secretly wonder how we'll actually do.
Then, we attack that beast, knowing that we're earning our swagger for the rest of the year. We wear our victory T-shirt, hoping someone will mention the Bridge Run so we can boast a little. It's awesome. It hurts. I'm addicted.
So the race was hot and humid. Well, it's Charleston. We had sleet one year.
So there was no water. There were three water stops I was aware of during the race. A few people were hoarding, but it was not widespread.
So the race got started an hour late. Big deal. The race staff was trying to get all runners to the start before beginning.
Sounds like a noble idea to me. Those runners paid their money, as did the rest of us, and they deserve the right to participate.
The race director owes me no apology; I owe him and his staff an amazed “wow” and a huge “thank you” for what they accomplish year after year. Just think, they moved a small city in one hour. If Gov. Hodges had been able to do that years ago, he would have had a second term.
Carl Tarpley Derby Court Goose Creek
I have long had a dream that the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners would get together and sing the wonderful spirituals that are part of the rich musical heritage of our Carolina Lowcountry.
That came to pass on March 26 at Mount Zion AME Church in Charleston. The Mount Zion Spiritual Singers and the third and fourth generations of the Society for the Preservation of Spirituals along with the Talisman Singers of Stanford University together sang the songs they have all worked to preserve.
The evening ended with all joining in on “When the Saints Go Marching In.”
I would like to express my thanks for an unforgettable evening to all who sang and to the church's music director, Alphonso Brown, pastor John Paul Brown and members who provided the venue and dinner on the grounds. I also thank David Smythe, president of the Society for the Preservation of Spirituals.
I have one more dream: that occasions like this one will not be noteworthy events but commonplace in a future of even more community unity.
Lynn Halsey Mount Zion AME Church
Glebe Street Charleston