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Growing up, I was known as “Daddy’s baby.” My father made no bones about it. I was his “baby” until...

When I woke up on the morning of December 7, I had a feeling this was a date to remember,...

May I have a word with you, please? Actually, two words. Brain rot. You just never know what kind of...

The Brier Creek Artillery traveled to Revolutionary War Fort Morris, "Come and Take It" event on Saturday, November 23, at...

The Brier Creek Artillery traveled to Contentment Bluff Plantation Cemetery at Shellman Bluff to participate in the four Patriot Grave...

Are you ready? I mean really ready? Because as Trooper Terry used to say, “Hey Kids, you better come running”...

I was a homely looking kid. Stringy, dishwater blond hair, fair skin with freckles, a crooked front tooth and pleasingly...

First, I must thank LaRose Tapley for the nostalgic pleasure of Saturday afternoon on the square. Her descriptions gave me...

It seems as though my mother was a criminal and I am just now finding out about it. All this...

What is Thanksgiving without a Thanksgiving column? For those of us who are tasked with offering our opinions on these...