I see that newspaper heiress Patricia Hearst — yes, that Patty Hearst — recently purchased a two-story home in historic Charleston. The once controversial figure now known for charity will be a great fit.
On Jan. 1, 1969, I was sitting on my couch in Fargo, N.D., buried under a blanket and watching the Rose Bowl Parade. Outside it was 25 degree below zero, not quite as cold as what Fargo is experiencing now.
I never really thought it would happen, if I had thought about it at all, but it appears I’m going to be outliving several of my favorite North Myrtle Beach golf courses, including a favorite in Possum Trot.
It’s easy for me to be awed by deer. I’m part of the “Bambi” generation that fell in love with Disney’s critters before the age of 7.However, I must confess I am frightened of deer whenever I drive at night.
About 30 years ago I wrote a column about how I didn’t believe in the use of golf carts while playing the sport. While I’ve come around on the idea, I still think the vehicles are being misused by some.
What!? They don’t put CD players in cars anymore? A few Google clicks later confirmed that, yes, CDs are rapidly going the way of cassette tapes. Who knew? Not me, obviously. I guess I’ll have to adjust.
A couple years ago, when Tiger Woods was still recovering from a personal scandal and various injuries, I was asked if I thought he would ever win another golf tournament. I said yes - and I said it without hesitation.
Florence had early characteristics of Hugo, and after watching last year’s deadly storms, we made plans while it was still far out in the Atlantic. We enjoyed ourselves at Hamilton Branch State Park, over by Augusta, Ga., during the storm.
In a recent story in The Sun News, reporter Hannah Strong wrote that Myrtle Beach had issued a total of 269 citations to people who had uttered profanities in public. I like the law, as long as it continues to be reasonably enforced.