On the South Carolina side of Lake Hartwell, there’s a giant gridiron edifice that you can see from your boat. Clemson’s stadium is dubbed Death Valley. Indeed, Coach Dabo Sweeney and his orange-clad Tigers have a tradition of laying to rest their opponents.
But this time, I’m not talking football.
About two and a half years ago, I wrote an introduction column in this space.
Today I say goodbye to a community that has been more than welcoming.
At 39 years old, I still am young enough to answer when opportunity knocks, and that is exactly what is happening.
A single day in Hart county two weeks ago reminded us how an average daily commute can end in tragedy.
On March 4, two people lost their lives in crashes, forever impacting their families and their friends.
We’ve been told for years Hart County will see significant growth as more and more jobs come to the area. It appears that time is now.
Permits for new residential construction more than doubled in 2020 from 2019, a basic indicator that people are coming to Hart County.
And why wouldn’t they?
With two auditors peering over my shoulder — watching every move — I should have been nervous. Instead, I was laughing. That wasn’t the first time it’s happened. Some millennials aren’t sure what that electric thing is, the one sitting on the small oak table, clicking and clacking.
If you grew up in small-town America in the 1940s and 1950s, chances are you remember Ches McCartney, a.k.a. the Goat Man. That’s what happened when Randall Aspinwall, his son Nick, and his son Myles visited our farm on a cold, rainy Saturday.