After the flag: building a new legacy
By Rick Noble, Guest Columnist One hundred fifty-seven children will be born in South Carolina today. They are among the first in more than a half-century who will be born into a state that doesn’t fly the Confederate flag at its seat of government. A state whose leaders listened to their constituents, their hearts and the teachings of their faith, then took action in the name of grace. Heritage was a word heard in the flag...
A Belated Thank You
A great big “Thank You!” (long overdue) to Mr. Douglas Lee, lifetime resident of Darlington.
Letters to the Editor – August 12, 2015
Reader expresses concern with Southern 500 Parade It’s great we are going to have a Southern 500 Parade after missing it for so many years. But why would you change the parade route from coming through downtown, moving it from Edwards Avenue straight to Raceway? The old route from Warley Street down Spring Street around Square and down Pearl Street was great. All the folks along the route could just walk out of their homes and view...
Galloway postpones bid for Mayor of Darlington
Travis Galloway announced his intention to postpone his bid for Mayor following the acquisition of a group of distressed homes to revitalize in Darlington. He shared the following with the News and Press on Monday, August 10th: “While I am excited about the opportunity to breath new life into these houses in our community, I respectfully accept that this challenge precludes me from taking on such an important and demanding role at...
Doing the near possible
What’s your favorite pet: dog or cat? What do you prefer on your hot dog: mustard or ketchup? Who do you like for president: Hillary or Jeb? These are the types of polls that constantly bombard us in news reports most every day. Some are amusing and a few are mildly interesting, but rarely do they tell us anything important about big issues and how we as a county are changing and evolving. Greg Schneiders is a friend of mine in...
The Ice-man Cometh
“The ice-man is coming!” The words would cause little bare feet to start moving and in the direction of the ice wagon. It has been many years since I, as a little boy, would be in the number of those who would follow the ice wagon as it traveled along the narrow dirt streets of our village. The ice wagon, pulled along the streets by a big brown mule and guided by a kind black man, was a welcome visitor to our village during the hot...