Apologies typically are not fun. They’re certainly necessary at times, no matter how difficult. On Friday, I wrote my third front-page apology to date since joining the IJ nearly 22 years ago.
How many times have each of us said “I remember where I was when ...” or “I remember exactly what I was wearing when ...”
Paul Crutcher will probably hit the road and come up from beachy Florida to punch me for saying this, but I just don’t put a whole lot of stock in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame any longer.
Today’s newspaper is 24 pages, plus some additional reading materials and inserted advertising. Friday’s paper was 16 pages. On any given day, you can expect the Index-Journal to contain, on average, between 14 and 24 pages of news, sports, features and advertising.
If you’re one of those newspaper readers who starts on page 1 and reads in sequential order, then you might have taken a while to get here because the front-page COVID-19 story gave you pause and cause for concern. At least, I hope every reader pores over that story and ponders the implications.
A proposed redesign of the state flag has caused such a flap this past week that were it to gain approval, I fear there would be another battle on South Carolina soil.
With both thanks and apologies to lyricist Randy Brooks, and with thoughts of how sadly but likely it is that the holiday season will unwrap more positive COVID-19 cases and deaths, I have recast the lyrics to “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”
One thing the pandemic has done is stir up the entrepreneurial pool.
As the nation witnesses a herd mentality calling for the demise and death of newspapers across America, we see the herd’s wishes being carried out.
If you ventured along Greenwood’s Montague Avenue in the Uptown district on a regular basis during the pandemic, you likely noticed that Greenwood Community Theatre has been trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Something rather cool is brewing over at Good Times.
Sometime back — I’m too lazy to search the archives — I wrote about some of the wonderful phone messages I’ve received since the 2016 presidential election. While some of the content is not suitable for publication in our paper, I had suggested anyone who wanted to could stop by the paper an…
Set aside political differences for now, please. This is not about politics; it’s about a person, but one who happens to have had a long political ride — for now, at least — on Tuesday.
Yes, it’s been a rough year. A tough year. People are ready to burn their 2020 calendars and replace them with a 2021 calendar.
Anyone who’s followed the IJ for a few years — maybe not our full 101 years, mind you — knows we will weigh in on various issues, usually local or state ones, but when Election Day rolls around we tend to steer clear of endorsing candidates.
As Election Day 2020 nears, and as much as we join most readers in longing for 2021 to get here, we cannot help but think back to the election night 2000.