The Ruins of Chappels
Highway 34. It’s my route east to places like Ninety-Six, Abbeville, and Greenwood.
The beach that was
From afar the skyline looks like that of a city, and it is. Myrtle Beach’s skyline of hotels seems to dwarf the skyline of all other South Carolina cities.
Lone Star, the rambling ghost
By Tom Poland I’ve long felt that two of South Carolina’s prettier community names are Silverstreet and Lone Star. Silverstreet I’ve seen many times. Those names, evocative and atmospheric, charm the ear. One conjures up biblical streets of gold; the other brings to mind the Alamo and that independent Lone Star state, Texas. At long last I saw the place I’ve mentioned so many times in my back-road talks, Lone Star. It wasn’t what I...
My good friend, Steve Blackmon
The writing life introduces me to some memorable people. Steve Blackmon found me when his daughter, Myra, read my feature, “Remembering Danburg,” in an online journal of Southern culture.
My father’s failed quest
Dad had a saying. “I won’t let it whip me.” He prevailed over stubborn bolts, obstinate lawn mowers, welding projects, and just about anything that crossed his path, except one small, elusive critter.
