• Tucker and Gracie's Excellent Adventure...Saluda

    In many ways, good and bad, visiting Saluda was a lot like being at home.

  • Tucker and Gracie's Excellent Adventure...Anderson

    As we arrived in downtown Anderson for our second walk of the day on Saturday I made a quick, and succinct, executive decision.

  • Tucker and Gracie's Excellent Adventure...Greenville

    Our trip to Greenville didn’t start with a bang, but it certainly ended with one.

  • Put me in, coach

    I spent part of the weekend taking some pictures of the 5-6 year-old Dixie League baseball players as they played in a double-elimination tournament at Rodman Sports Complex. It was great fun watching these players in the Rookie League, some of them no taller than a regulation bat, play America’s Pastime. If you look elsewhere in this issue, you might see some pictures from this tournament.

    Being on the diamond (or technically outside of it, under the press box) reminded me of my own days as one of the Boys of Summer – in a YMCA T-ball league.

  • Tucker and Gracie's Excellent Adventure...Spartanburg

    When you go for walks and look at the road and toward s the sky as far as your eyes allow you to see, the world seems impossibly big and you feel incredibly small. When you get right down to it, though, the world really isn’t that big a place.

  • Tucker and Gracie's Excellent Adventure...Union
  • Tucker and Gracie’s Excellent Adventure

    A long time ago, there was a commercial that purported to demonstrate how Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were invented. One gentleman was inattentively walking down the street eating a chocolate bar. A similarly oblivious fellow was walking toward him eating peanut butter. They bumped into each other and the chocolate bar ended up shoved in the peanut butter jar.

    “You got peanut butter on my chocolate.”

    “You got chocolate in my peanut butter.”

    “LET’S EAT IT!” they then exclaimed in unison.

  • A pure miracle



    Editor’s note: In observance of the 75th anniversary of D-Day, June 6, 1944, we present this re-print of a column by the Pulitzer Prize winning newspaperman and World War II correspondent Ernie Pyle.

    NORMANDY BEACHHEAD, June 12, 1944 – Due to a last-minute alteration in the arrangements, I didn’t arrive on the beachhead until the morning after D-day, after our first wave of assault troops had hit the shore.

  • The pants conundrum

    Arguing against choices and options in any aspect of life seems like a very strange hill to die on…but I’m ready for that fight, brother. Bring it on.

  • A scary sequel

    If you’re like me, you grew up watching lots of horror movies, then sequels to those horror movies that were nearly identical to the originals. By the time you got to “The 13th Nightmare on Halloween Street part 77” they had pretty much run out of ideas.

    “So, in this version, the scary guy in a mask will beat a bunch of randy teens at camp to death with, um, a giant stick of bologna. That’s the plot twist in this one…bologna.”