Opinion & Editorial

The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

I'd trade drowsy driving for a train ride

I am writing today to say that my vote, if I actually had one directly impacting this, would be for high speed rail service to criss cross this state and the entire Southeast. Why not the entire U.S. for that matter.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

How can a tiny thing cause such torture

After working all day in the nearly 100-degree heat, I could have filled Grandma’s butterbean-shelling pan by wringing out my clothes.  And if you’ve ever skinned a catfish, you know the sucking sound of the skin stripping from the flesh.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Mentor a scholar and help them 'REACH' dreams

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Your publisher was almost a criminal

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Do your part to stop domestic violence

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.
The Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

Good to see Depot Street project finishing

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 Hartwell Sun

The Hartwell Sun

We're not the 'media,' we're your local newspaper

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.