Remember when our lives got all tangled up in this whole interworld thing?
Thanksgiving traditions probably don’t come up in conversations nearly as much as Christmas traditions, but I bet most of us have some.
Chuck was the Air Force general, but Sharon was probably his pilot at times, his co-pilot other times.
Indulge me, please, in a few observations as we enter the fall season.
Turnout for the Lazer Lloyd concert Sept. 14 at Inn on the Square’s private venue, 118 Court Ave., was quite good — especially for a Saturday when music is often sidelined by college football.
He’s aged a bit in 20 years, but then who hasn’t? Even 20 years ago he had lost those long, wavy locks of blond hair that were so prominently featured on his live album. Now he had even less hair. Lines on his face were more than lyrics. And while he did move around, he certainly did not do …
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s college football season. Well, unless you’re a Carolina Gamecocks fan. A host of you have already cleared your Saturday calendars following UNC’s comeback 2 weeks ago.
“Don’t do it,” Wendy begged. “You’ll just make an ass of yourself.”
Not every anniversary can be ushered in the way some would hope or like to think it can be.
Fifty years ago, the phrase “I love you to the moon and back” sort of took on new meaning.
It was hot outside this past weekend in Uptown Greenwood. One source of relief was to climb into the dunking booth set up by Sunny 103.5 and let people attempt to send you into the water tank below, all while collecting dollars for the Humane Society of Greenwood.
Angelle LaBorde of Greenwood SC Chamber fame might say I gush too much about the upcoming festival and don’t give enough credit to the S.C. Festival of Flowers, a 52-year tradition that is interspersed throughout the month of June. Actually, it now spills into July, but that’s not the point.
We live on the north side of Greenwood County, mainly so we don’t have to pay city taxes for City Manager Julie Wilkie to wield.
No rush for 2019 to come to an end, but 2020 looks like it’s going to be a fun year. That is, if you’re one of those election year sadomasochists.
Old versus new. Traditional versus modern. Which are you?