Opinion & Editorial

The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Say ‘Hello’ to Hart County

It’s that time of year again. Time to say hello to Hart County. If you’re reading this, you may already know Hart County well.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Gold Dome has a ‘Death Valley’ too

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Thank you Hart for being so welcoming

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Log-truck law proposal needs a second look

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Growth will present challenges

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?
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Super-smart millennials ask, ‘What is that thing?’

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Remembering the Goat Man & The Pig

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.