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My heart broke the other day when I heard one of my favorite songs used on a commercial for a men’s hair care product.
Surfing retirees were frolicking on the beach, showing off their Touch of Gray to the unmistakable opening of Sunshine of Your Love.
Surfing retirees were frolicking on the beach, showing off their Touch of Gray to the unmistakable opening of Sunshine of Your Love.
I just came face-to-face with a new reality at a seven-year-old boy’s birthday party. During the unwrapping of the gifts, the feted child reached into a gift bag and pulled out a DVD of a Marvel Comic. “Iron Man!” the boy’s mother delighted. You know what happened next.
Watching ninety-eight percent of the adults in the room bob their heads while sputtering, “Dunh, dunh, dunh dunh dunh…” it became painfully clear that we all had reached a new milestone. While at one time we had simply been parents, we now had crossed the threshold of being uncool parents who think they’re cool. Actually, I’m sure we crossed it some time ago, but now some of us have children whose faces communicate that reality to us with a disgusted corner-of-the-mouth lift. But even if I didn’t have a snarley-mouthed child, the mirror of the birthday boy’s dad playing air guitar to a chorus of aging, groaning dolts reflected my own teenage struggle to be respectful to my mother when she would me ask if I thought something was “cool.” Um, yeah, Mom.
Watching ninety-eight percent of the adults in the room bob their heads while sputtering, “Dunh, dunh, dunh dunh dunh…” it became painfully clear that we all had reached a new milestone. While at one time we had simply been parents, we now had crossed the threshold of being uncool parents who think they’re cool. Actually, I’m sure we crossed it some time ago, but now some of us have children whose faces communicate that reality to us with a disgusted corner-of-the-mouth lift. But even if I didn’t have a snarley-mouthed child, the mirror of the birthday boy’s dad playing air guitar to a chorus of aging, groaning dolts reflected my own teenage struggle to be respectful to my mother when she would me ask if I thought something was “cool.” Um, yeah, Mom.
To the Honorable Congressmen:
I regret writing this letter to our honorable Congressmen but it appears that some of you have gone beyond the honorable process. Most Americans don't like the way Congress has gotten away from the Judaic/Christian principles that the founding fathers based our laws on. It is time to end most of the subsidies that cost the American taxpayers. Keep only the subsidies that are needed to help those unable to work. We are not responsible to support those who are able to work and don't. This would help supply the workers needed to help reduce the number of immigrants needed.
I regret writing this letter to our honorable Congressmen but it appears that some of you have gone beyond the honorable process. Most Americans don't like the way Congress has gotten away from the Judaic/Christian principles that the founding fathers based our laws on. It is time to end most of the subsidies that cost the American taxpayers. Keep only the subsidies that are needed to help those unable to work. We are not responsible to support those who are able to work and don't. This would help supply the workers needed to help reduce the number of immigrants needed.
Seeger
The planning process for East Edisto, MeadWestvaco's (MWV) contiguous acreage along the eastern edge of the Edisto River, has been unique- and as I hope you'll agree, a great example of public-private community building. As you know, the property itself is distinctive.
It is large, under single ownership, and about evenly divided between Charleston and Dorchester Counties. One could also similarly characterize the Charleston region: it is growing at a rapid pace, fueling an ongoing challenge to balance economic growth with a firm commitment to preserve and protect the beloved Lowcountry way of life. even more importantly, it is comprised of diverse communities passionate about their respective areas' economic needs and assets.
It is large, under single ownership, and about evenly divided between Charleston and Dorchester Counties. One could also similarly characterize the Charleston region: it is growing at a rapid pace, fueling an ongoing challenge to balance economic growth with a firm commitment to preserve and protect the beloved Lowcountry way of life. even more importantly, it is comprised of diverse communities passionate about their respective areas' economic needs and assets.
This year, the Fort Dorchester yearbook staff is attempting again to launch a program aimed at providing a yearbook to deserving students.
The staff contacted its faculty members asking them to identify worthy students who deserve to have a yearbook but simply cannot afford one. This is not a general aid program, but rather one designed to put yearbooks in the hands of good kids caught in a difficult situation.
The staff contacted its faculty members asking them to identify worthy students who deserve to have a yearbook but simply cannot afford one. This is not a general aid program, but rather one designed to put yearbooks in the hands of good kids caught in a difficult situation.
Over the last two years, I have been given the privilege to monitor and moderate the growth debate in Dorchester County and Summerville. So, on my exit from this post, it’s only appropriate I touch on some of the best ideas to come about and encourage their fruition long into the future.
But, before I do so, let me take the chance to thank you for letting me live my childhood dream. Being editor of The Journal Scene is the most fun I’ve had and I hope that you’ve enjoyed it at least half as much as I have.
But, before I do so, let me take the chance to thank you for letting me live my childhood dream. Being editor of The Journal Scene is the most fun I’ve had and I hope that you’ve enjoyed it at least half as much as I have.
I am fully aware that no one cares about my hair. This is because I am an adult. However, as a young adolescent, I told a different story: All living creatures were deciding my worth based on how my tresses lay upon my self-absorbed head, which everyone was also looking at. And why wouldn’t they? I was special and unique, or so my brand-new hormones told me.
Lately I have noticed my nearly-nine-year-old spending more time with her mirror, experimenting with the many ways of accessorizing her coif. As of print time, she cares not one hair what anyone else thinks of her style as long as she likes it. But her new awareness portends the growing imaginary audience that soon will inhabit her self-consciousness with alternating thunderous applause and roaring boos. I know because I can remember the exact moment when my young ego determined that the human race was pointing at me and my hair, and I wasn’t much older than she is now.
Lately I have noticed my nearly-nine-year-old spending more time with her mirror, experimenting with the many ways of accessorizing her coif. As of print time, she cares not one hair what anyone else thinks of her style as long as she likes it. But her new awareness portends the growing imaginary audience that soon will inhabit her self-consciousness with alternating thunderous applause and roaring boos. I know because I can remember the exact moment when my young ego determined that the human race was pointing at me and my hair, and I wasn’t much older than she is now.
Sherwood Miler supplied me a fantastic idea this week. I called him to get his input on who would win a game between the town’s two basketball state champions.
“In the old days, we would meet at Laurel Street park and play our games there,” the basketball fanatic said. “I say we roll out some goals in the middle of the street and play it off.”
“In the old days, we would meet at Laurel Street park and play our games there,” the basketball fanatic said. “I say we roll out some goals in the middle of the street and play it off.”
My first daughter was born eight and a half years ago.
In preparation for her arrival, I remember washing all of her tiny clothes with an expensive, baby-friendly detergent whose packaging evoked pure snowflakes collected by angels.
In preparation for her arrival, I remember washing all of her tiny clothes with an expensive, baby-friendly detergent whose packaging evoked pure snowflakes collected by angels.
Wow, what a difference six months makes. You put your faith in me by voting for change this past May, electing me as your Town Council member.
I have learned much, and realize there is so much more. Believing that,” Together we can make a difference” was the thought and motivation behind my campaign.
I have learned much, and realize there is so much more. Believing that,” Together we can make a difference” was the thought and motivation behind my campaign.
My first daughter was born eight and a half years ago. In preparation for her arrival, I remember washing all of her tiny clothes with an expensive, baby-friendly detergent whose packaging evoked pure snowflakes collected by angels.
I can still smell those little pajamas as I pulled them from the dryer and rubbed them against my cheek, imagining what they would feel like with a live newborn wriggling inside.
I can still smell those little pajamas as I pulled them from the dryer and rubbed them against my cheek, imagining what they would feel like with a live newborn wriggling inside.
The following comments were added to www.journalscene.com in response to David Berman's story "Retail giant demands florist change name."
The story centered on the fact Dale Wallace chose to name his shop "Blooming Dale's," similar to the famous department store.
The story centered on the fact Dale Wallace chose to name his shop "Blooming Dale's," similar to the famous department store.
When my mother attained adulthood and left the protection of her parents' home, my grandfather composed a letter of observations and insights to guide her in the world beyond his reach. Number one tip: Never stand under a chandelier.
Written on Pop's personal letterhead, the loving handbook remains a Jackson family classic. Meaning, we make fun of it mercilessly. It's less a collection of wisdom and experience than a diagnostic checklist; one could march into any doctor's office with this letter and leave with a prescription for Paxil. And apparently the symptoms are genetic.
Written on Pop's personal letterhead, the loving handbook remains a Jackson family classic. Meaning, we make fun of it mercilessly. It's less a collection of wisdom and experience than a diagnostic checklist; one could march into any doctor's office with this letter and leave with a prescription for Paxil. And apparently the symptoms are genetic.
January 13th will set a benchmark for excellence at Pinewood Preparatory School that would fill my late aunt Henrietta Allan, the founder of Pinewood, with immense pride.
The fact that my family and I have been intertwined with a unique role model whom we honor makes this occasion not only special for me and our family, but the entire Summerville Community. I speak of course of Francis S. Suddeth Josephson, or Fran to those of us who had the opportunity to know her; observe her talents in business, art, style and elegance; see her guidance as a mother; and in her unsurpassed commitment to her country as a code breaker in World War II and in other roles throughout her life. She maintained interest in the Citadel Navy cadet program, designed the Summerville War Memorial, was a patriot who cherished freedom, worked with the Gibbes Women's Council for many years and was constantly nourished spiritually at St. Paul's Church.
The fact that my family and I have been intertwined with a unique role model whom we honor makes this occasion not only special for me and our family, but the entire Summerville Community. I speak of course of Francis S. Suddeth Josephson, or Fran to those of us who had the opportunity to know her; observe her talents in business, art, style and elegance; see her guidance as a mother; and in her unsurpassed commitment to her country as a code breaker in World War II and in other roles throughout her life. She maintained interest in the Citadel Navy cadet program, designed the Summerville War Memorial, was a patriot who cherished freedom, worked with the Gibbes Women's Council for many years and was constantly nourished spiritually at St. Paul's Church.
Although chemical dependency upon smoking nicotine remains our areas leading cause of preventable death, New Year's is by far the biggest quitting day of the year. Statistically, at least 823 Berkeley, Charleston and Dorchester smokers will be claimed by their addiction during 2008, each an average of 15.3 years early. For some there's still time but their window of opportunity is closing.
The CDC asserts that about half of adult smokers are smoking themselves to death. Data show that it isn't that they don't want to quit or aren't trying. It's that, while there was still time they failed to discover how to quit, but more importantly, how to stay quit. Ask yourself this, what learning takes place by slapping on a patch, chewing gum, sucking a lozenge, swallowing a pill, being hypnotized or stuck with needles?
The CDC asserts that about half of adult smokers are smoking themselves to death. Data show that it isn't that they don't want to quit or aren't trying. It's that, while there was still time they failed to discover how to quit, but more importantly, how to stay quit. Ask yourself this, what learning takes place by slapping on a patch, chewing gum, sucking a lozenge, swallowing a pill, being hypnotized or stuck with needles?