I never thought I would write a sentence like this, but my middle school typing teacher would be proud of me today.
The dingy classroom in the seemingly forgotten end of Dean Rusk Middle School was a scary place for all who entered in the early and mid 1990s. It was the workplace home of Mrs.
Lakefront property owners have been given a reprieve from the massive fee increases they were set to suffer under starting in January.
We learned in the past week that the U.S.
Loyal readers of The Hartwell Sun know now that the new class of REACH Scholars signed commitments on Oct. 11 to meet certain goals throughout their high school careers so they can pursue education after high school and receive scholarship money in the process.
You never know what the day is going to hold when you work at a newspaper.
Everything can change at a moment’s notice. If news breaks, your focus has to shift and a new story must be pursued.
A police scanner sits on the bookshelf behind me at the office of The Hartwell Sun.
It is constantly chattering with police officers, sheriff’s deputies, firefighters and EMS communicating about emergencies or other requests to dispatchers or each other.
City manager Jon Herschell provided the city council and everyone who uses Depot Street some very good news at the council’s meeting on Oct. 7. Extensive upgrades to the street’s infrastructure are nearly complete and it is likely to be paved by Halloween.
The rule was the same for Alan, Emily and Eric. When their noses inched above the mailroom’s table — so they could see what they were doing — they went to work. That meant by age 8, they got ink into their veins through their fingertips by inserting sections of The Press-Sentinel.
Imagine for a moment there was no Hartwell Sun — that the newspaper didn’t exist and never had. Imagine there never had been a local newspaper to cover the community in Hartwell.
Rest assured, our town would be a very different place.
I have a confession, and it may not be a popular one in this county.
I have long loathed the color orange.
Before you arrive at the doors of The Hartwell Sun with your pitchforks and torches, let me explain. Like many of you here, I am a rabid Georgia Bulldog fan.