Opinion & Editorial

For the last year I had the opportunity to learn how to play the carillon on Clemson’s campus. Like Quasimodo, I would climb the famed clocktower to play the bells for everyone in earshot.

For the last year I had the opportunity to learn how to play the carillon on Clemson’s campus. Like Quasimodo, I would climb the famed clocktower to play the bells for everyone in earshot.

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Dear Old Clemson

News Staff
Wednesday, May 10, 2023
I always tell people that while I may be a first-generation Clemson student, I am a third generation Clemson fan.
Photo by Aiden Craver

Photo by Aiden Craver

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Riding the wagon of life

Dan Moorehead
Wednesday, April 26, 2023
I imagine that when I was born I climbed into this rickety old wagon. The wagon was meandering down this rutted dirt road and was somehow being pulled by something that I just couldn’t quite see. Then I saw that there were others on the wagon, also.
Photo by Gemma Evans

Photo by Gemma Evans

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Born with only two speeds is a blessing and a curse

Dink NeSmith
Wednesday, April 26, 2023
Hearing “no” can do one of two things. The two-letter word can discourage you or encourage you. Over my almost 75 years, positive reactions to negative rejections have been a cornerstone of my life.  That’s why I’ve decided to update my 2009 version of Thank you for telling me NO!
Keynote speaker Billy Payne (left) sat by Mrs. Orlean Castronis, 99, widow, of Coach Mike Castronis.

Keynote speaker Billy Payne (left) sat by Mrs. Orlean Castronis, 99, widow, of Coach Mike Castronis.

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There’s something special about those Wally’s Boys

News Staff
Wednesday, April 19, 2023
G-Day kickoff for the 2023 Georgia Bulldogs was not until 4 on Saturday afternoon. But before 8 that morning, a special group of Dawgs started filling Athens Country Club’s banquet hall. They are celebrated as “Wally’s Boys,” Bulldogs who strapped on helmets for Coach Wally Butts.
This 1963 Associated Press photo shows Arnold Palmer helping Jack Nicklaus slip into his first of six Masters green jackets. As high school freshmen, Pete Hires and I joined Arnie’s Army to march in the golf gallery at the Augusta National Golf Club. On that Sunday, we watched Palmer, the 1962 winner, award the young Golden Bear his first green jacket—golf’s Holy Grail.

This 1963 Associated Press photo shows Arnold Palmer helping Jack Nicklaus slip into his first of six Masters green jackets. As high school freshmen, Pete Hires and I joined Arnie’s Army to march in the golf gallery at the Augusta National Golf Club. On that Sunday, we watched Palmer, the 1962 winner, award the young Golden Bear his first green jacket—golf’s Holy Grail.

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Times have changed since the 1963 Masters

News Staff
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
Jesup’s Sand Greens Golf Course was a million miles from the Augusta National Golf Club. But a Trailways bus took a buddy and me to Augusta in a little over three hours. I had as much business being at the Masters golf tournament as a hippo trying to hula-dance.
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Photo by Kanashi

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Chiropractor puts smile on dog’s face, a spring in his step

News Staff
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Otto is not your ordinary dog. For starters, he’s a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, a sophisticated little pooch with a big heart. Queen Elizabeth owned a passel of them. You may have seen them on TV, parading around the palace grounds with their stubby legs like they owned the place.
Photo by Chris Liverani

Photo by Chris Liverani

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Adverse Childhood Experiences

News Staff
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
In the late nineties the Kaiser institute completed a study called the ACE’s (Adverse Childhood Experience) study.
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Photo by Gemma Evans

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‘No’ can be a big motivator

News Staff
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
The old brick building looked like a school and smelled like a school. At least it did in my 13-year-old mind. I can still smell the oil-soaked floors and hear the squeaking boards, from when principal James E. Bacon—in his big black wingtips—tromped up and down the hall of Jesup Junior High.
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Photo by Daniel Lerman

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If you think you have it bad, dear, just look around

News Staff
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Once upon a time, the Hasidic story goes, a poor man went to a wise rabbi with a complaint. “I’m going crazy,” the man said. “I’m living in a small house with my wife, six children and my mother-in-law, and there’s no room to move. I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.