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“Use every man as he deserves and who shall ‘scape whipping” Slightly paraphrased from Hamlet by the Bard Sometimes we all need that...

This is another story of a misbegotten adventure with the thrill of danger, the glory of triumph and the agony of retreat. Why the...

I started high school band in the 9th grade but from the minute Band Director Keebler Mills assigned me to play the clarinet I was...

OK, I get it! This is temporary. Things are gonna get better. We’re all in this together. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. This...

We learn the rules long before we know the reasons. Fort Mill was a small town as I was growing up. The town is wedged in a corner with...

There is no question that all media has a bias. Everybody does. From social media to national news media, everybody has an opinion and...

By Mike Hill Snows in the South are always times of delight. Being born during a snowstorm has probably shaped my thinking but I seem to...

For the first few weeks of the great virus quarantine, I found plenty to do cleaning out the closets, re-arranging the cabinets, catching...

Like everything else, it had a good side and a bad side. When Dad drove up in the 1959 Chevrolet Bel Air, I saw only the good side. ...

There’s an old bar joke that goes as follows: A piece of string walks into a bar. The Bartender says, ”We don’t serve your kind here.”...

Welcome to the second Podcast of my “Back Window” Series. In 1959, my father bought a baby blue Plymouth station wagon. I was twelve and...

Good Morning on this day when the only sun we get is in our back yard. There is a literary term that has me thinking this morning: “Ubi...

Life is theater and from the time I was Tiny Tot King, I knew I was meant for bigger things. I don’t remember who sponsored Fort Mill’s...

“I see your true colors shining through II see your true colors and that’s why I love you So don’t be afraid to let them show Your true...

Good Morning! Anyone who remembers the Citizen’s Band (CB) radio boom of the seventies…though our ranks grow thin like our hair,...

A FRONT PRAECIPITIUM A TERGO LUPI (A precipice in front Wolves behind) That’s right. No one could sum up trouble like those darned...