It’s fairly common for me to explore topics here that cause us to pause and remember. Some of that is simply a product of getting older, I suppose. I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time looking in the rear view window, primarily, because, at this point, there’s more behind me than in front.
When my mind wanders, and that’s not an occasional happening, I often wonder what makes certain humans do what they do. That train of thought often makes a stop along the tracks when I look at how humans treat animals.
Grandmothers do their fair share of running here and there to stay active and connected to their personal lives and to their children’s families. One moment they may be providing a casserole for a church supper and the next hour attending a grandchild’s dance recital or batting tee game.
What’s the one kitchen appliance that has become the centerpiece to all that is significant to our day-to-day lives? Exactly — the fridge. But while walking through one of the big box stores recently, I realized that what once was merely a necessity to keep stuff cold has now become a multi-…
I spent a fair amount of time watching and listening to World War II vets telling their stories on the 75th anniversary of D-Day. They reminded me about how much I miss being around my father-in-law, who died a few years ago.
If confession is good for the soul, then here goes. Even at my age, I eat more food in my car than I care to admit. That’s right, I unwrap a burger or biscuit and shovel those fries, while at times, steering with one knee.
There was a time when the most personal and meaningful form of communication was a handwritten letter. Technology had not yet presented us with acronyms such as "lol" or "btw" or "fyi." We painted our pictures and conveyed our emotions with words, not merely with a smiley face wearing sunglasses.
Just to the right of the back entrance door to my house is a newly discovered bird’s nest. It is engineered to take advantage of a wall to the left and at the rear in a corner of the garage.
When Larry Kreyling was 10 years old, he and his brother slept in the attic of their home in Overland, Missouri. Surrounding the boys were ten 4x8-foot train tables constructed by their dad. The boys fell asleep each night as the faint whistle of the engine clambered around the track. As the…
Coach John Kresse, famed College of Charleston basketball coach, will soon be retiring and leaving his legacy of a winning team behind.
So I walked into a gas station recently for a cup of coffee. OK, I admit that just across the street there was a high-end mocha, krappa, frappa, latte place — but I just wanted coffee.
The sights and sounds of spring in the Lowcountry are met each year with a great deal of expectation.
From the parking lot of a West Ashley strip mall store front, there are distinct sounds that cause a slight pause and a curious glance. The sign above says Grit Box Fitness. The sound emanating from the open door includes rope skipping, the thud of punches striking a heavy bag and music from…
J.C. Strickland came to Charleston as a young watch and clockmaker in 1964 with a wife and three children. Since then, he's been marking time for Lowcountry customers.
As a local and longtime Lowcountry resident, I’m as guilty as the next of not appreciating all the historical parts of Charleston that attract visitors from all over the world. Sure, I’ve taken friends and relatives on a carriage ride and stopped at a couple of the gardens. The boat ride to …
So much of our conversation these days is delivered through text and tweets. Abbreviations allow even additional short-cuts by which we express a reaction such as LOL (laugh out loud) or an admonition such as TMI (too much information).
Do we make judgments when we first meet people? Of course we do. I’m not talking about the kind of car they drive, where they attended college or whether they wash their dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Those deeper concerns can always be learned in later conversations.
By no means do I consider myself a movie critic, but I recently attended a showing on the big screen of "Green Book" that left me profoundly entertained and enlightened in the same 90 minutes.
On more than one occasion, I’ve told people that the most important class I took in high school just might have been typing. Who knew just how important knowing how to get around a keyboard would be to all of us in the years ahead. In college, the most valuable class I took dealt with vocabu…
As I was growing up, it was my Dad who often controlled when and what we watched on television. This was also at a time when there was only one TV in the house and in order to turn the channel, someone needed to walk across the room and turn the knob to one of the other two options.
As I attempted to walk through my garage recently, my brain received an urgent but familiar message regarding a possible New Year’s resolution: Why not purge and merge some of this stuff?
Well, here we are, the day before Christmas and if you haven’t done something by now, does it really need to be done? I’ve said before I would be in favor of lengthening the month of December. There’s a pretty good chance, though, it might just give us more time to procrastinate.
It’s rewarding to hear how certain columns connect and resonate with readers. Many of you recently have been kind enough to mention that you look forward to our Monday mornings together. Some of you even admit to making this the first part of the paper you read on Mondays. If that’s true, th…
It was almost five weeks ago, while we were still extracting Halloween candy from our teeth, that I admitted to being less than fond of local radio stations prematurely playing Christmas songs 24 hours a day. Now that we have front yards decorated and some bone-chilling temperatures, I’m all…
One of my grown children called recently to ask if we could meet for breakfast. I was already at work, so we agreed to make it happen at another time.
Nona Mason, a 76-year-old great grandmother from Ladson, just returned from California where as a Red Cross volunteer she spent almost two weeks helping victims of the Camp Fire near Sacramento.
This is no attempt to spoil everybody’s turkey and dressing by complaining about Christmas music on the radio, all day-every day since essentially, Halloween.
I must say it’s nice not to be bombarded with the rhetoric, half-truths and bombastic barbs that seem to be part of the landscape when it comes to getting elected these days. Almost a week later, I’m still uncertain what messages or trends we’re expected to glean from last week’s results.
Words do matter — but actions speak louder. I’ve got a story to tell you today. A story that won’t reveal the man’s identity, because he says he doesn’t want the publicity. I will tell it, even so, because our world needs to hear about such acts of kindness in the midst of constant evil and …
One of the most enjoyable liberties from this semi-retirement phase of life is not shaving every day. It’s not that it takes much more than 5 or 6 minutes to execute. It’s just the mundane motions of the hot water, shaving cream and sharp razor that was a part of my daily routine for 40-plus…
The passion for golf was ingrained in David Kite from an early age thanks to his golf pro father. So when he decided to leave the game of golf for another profession, he had to get help making the decision.
There’s a plaque on display in a Daniel Island condo that was given many years ago to a man who has now returned to Charleston. The plaque shows a whistle hanging from a lanyard with the following inscription:
We all know what we were doing the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. Charleston resident Cheryl Irwin’s memory remains so seared with the sounds and smells of that day that 17 years later she looks at a clock every day when it strikes 9:11. She can’t help herself.
Warren Peper had an eye-opening experience with a brief stay at the hospital. It made him realize that he needed to be thankful for people who care for others.
Len Ripley knew he was adopted from an early age, but he told Warren Peper that he had never been curious about his birth family until he had a heart attack.
There are a multitude of tours for the taking in and around Charleston. I’ve participated in a number of them through the years, some with visitors from out of town and others just for my own enjoyment and edification.
People who know me just a little bit quickly realize I’m not a crusader and rarely latch on to causes. It’s just not my style and I’m much more comfortable watching from the wings while offering everyday observations that might produce a smile or a shared memory.