Chris Trainor is a contributing columnist for the Index-Journal. Contact him at ChrisTrainorSC@yahoo.com. You can follow him on Twitter @ChrisTrainorSC. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not represent the newspaper's opinion.
When it comes to dads, there are primary roles, and then there are secondary roles.
Some things you hold onto, even if they are a reminder of trying times.
We all want to be a little closer to the action, even if we have to bend the rules a little bit to get there.
It might be hard to believe, but there is some semblance of a method to the madness of cranking out this column week after week.
Sometimes you can be unlucky and lucky at the same time.
Sometimes there are changes that catch you by surprise, even if you think you’re ready for them.
This may come as a shock to you, but it’s true nonetheless: Being in newspapers isn’t the most glamorous job.
You always have hope, even if it’s foolish on a Saturday night.
Some of you might have woken up this morning and detected the faint aroma of smoke, and wondered, “Where is that coming from?”
The moment I grab the envelope out of the mailbox, I can tell exactly who it’s from. There’s no need to even look at the return address.
Sometimes things strike a nerve in ways you don’t quite expect.
It’s funny how you can cross paths with someone for a moment and create a bond that lasts for years.