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It’s been a while since I saw “the boat.” The Hubster has this sailboat that he’s renovating at a dock down in Mount Pleasant. Selkie is her name-o. (Selkie: Something about a seal and a beautiful woman, a water legend. Anyway, it’s a broke boat with a weird name.)
At first the boat was anchored out in the creek and every now and again, we’d get in his little dinghy and motor out to it, spend the night, cook a little dinner, wake up to birds and breakfast and enjoy the heck out of it. Beautiful surroundings, fresh air, interesting folks down on the docks.
It was a grand day for the Pope to come to Tellers Gap.
It was also a shame that His Holiness had no idea what a grand celebration had been planned in his honor.
The best angle for pictures at Berkeley on Wednesday afternoon was along the third base line with the sun at my back, and coincidentally right next to the visiting Conway Tiger dugout.
Just about ready to lose the District 5 championship to the Lady Stags, Conway’s phenom and USC signee Evan Child remarked – with an air of disdain mixed with cynical disbelief – that Berkeley only had two players “going on to school, the catcher and someone else.”
You hear about people ‘going green’ more and more these days.
Another PC term for it is called ‘downsizing.’
For a couple of months now, we have been collecting school supplies for Bob Dunleavy, a Lowcountry resident deployed to Iraq. He wrote to Publisher Ellen Priest about the children and schools that had no supplies.
We offered to help, to get the word out to our readers.
Yes, that’s right, you did not misread the title of this column. I … am Superman.
I am the Man of Steel.
I’m not a real big fan of sports movies. My problem with sports movies is one thing: realism.
Guys like Tom Cruise act for a reason: they stink at sports.
Who knows how rumors like these get started?
Perhaps an overheard remark here or there, or a dropped name meant to impress a pretty woman who is definitely out of your league that is taken out of context by the party sitting at the next table over.
A few weeks ago, Manchild #2 called and requested refuge.
“It’ll be for just a few weeks until I get my own place,” he said.
I have a confession to make.
I love American Idol. I watch it whenever it’s on.
Good Glorious Morning Tellers Gap. WGTL We Got the Love news time is 6:05 a.m. It is a quiet morning in Tellers Gap. Temperatures are a little on the cool side. The First National Bank clock thermometer outside Studio A says it’s a brisk 46 degrees so bundle up those jackets on your way to work and school…
The Main Street Transit Car Company used to run a single streetcar up and down Main Street from the front steps of the Second First Baptist Church on the western most end through town and around the square on to its eastern most end and the steps of the First First Baptist Church.
When I lived in Atlanta I saw the Braves play perhaps once every two or three years.
I couldn’t see spending 30 bucks for a ticket that required a three-hour commute via MARTA down and a four-hour trip coming home.
I’ve not had the fun of shopping for prom dresses since I bought my own – we’ll just say it was a long while back.
Our all-boy offspring contingent didn’t exactly go nuts over getting together an ensemble for prom. So I missed out on the full prom experience – not that I don’t love being mom to my guys. But girls they aren’t. So when my sister asked if she and her daughter could come down from Rock Hill to shop, I said yes. Sounded like a prissy, girlie weekend.
 'Baseball is my life'
How do you turn down an opportunity to chase a dream?
I was reminded yet again last week that I am getting, not just older, but old.
I had made a batch of French fries for lunch on Friday afternoon and returned the bag of fries to its usual storage place – or so I thought.  On Sunday, when I wanted to make another batch of French fries, I opened the freezer door to find … nothing.