Invaluable Lessons Learned From Hurricane Matthew
It’s Tuesday night and I have been without electricity for about four days now since Hurricane Matthew unleashed the fury of its wind and rain upon our locale.
It’s Tuesday night and I have been without electricity for about four days now since Hurricane Matthew unleashed the fury of its wind and rain upon our locale.
There was a time in my life when it would have been very difficult, if not impossible, for me to even write about the subject of African-Americans voting for a Republican candidate for president, especially one of Donald Trump’s demeanor and method of race baiting.
I was beginning to miss the Little Pee Dee River and so I constantly planned trips to take friends out, and paddle the river for a weekend.
As a lifelong citizen of Dillon County, who was born and reared in Newtown, the most heavily black populated section of the county, the curious and historical part of my mind has often pondered the thought of who were the most important people in the founding and development of Dillon County, especially the city of Dillon.
It was late August, and the tarpon fishing had been slow all summer. Richard Calhoun, Ryan Stephens, and I decided to set our sights on the King Mackerel, which come close to the shore starting at this time of the year.
“Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time?” —Ecclesiastes 7:17
I always say that if you make several dove hunts in the fall, then you will miss fewer ducks in the winter. Doves can be unpredictable in their flight path and hitting them requires skill and instinct.
When my daughter, who is a history teacher at a middle school in the city of Darlington, South Carolina, called me this morning (Wednesday, August 31, 2016), she asked me what I thought about Colin Kaepernick’s protest by refusing to stand for the playing of the National Anthem that was written by Francis Scott Key.
The idea for this article today came from the late Chuck Colson, from both the Watergate Fame and the Prison Fellowship Ministry.
One fishing trip that will always stand out to me took place on August, 2015, in Winyah Bay with Boy Scout Troop 761. Kevin Bailey, Mason Bailey, Ryan Stephens, Gabe Sherman, and I pulled out of the driveway at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning.