Columns

It is time to say good-bye.

I’m not leaving Brunswick County—I’m just beginning a new chapter in my career.

After nearly a decade of chasing the next big story, I am trading in my reporter’s notebook and pen to transition into a new phase.

As I look back over the career that chose me—I never planned to be a journalist—I have many favorite memories, fond experiences and special relationships I will forever cherish.

My Marine son thinks I should keep things simple.

“I don’t need a lot of material possessions,” Sgt. Alex once remarked during a visit to my coastal cottage filled to the gills with too much stuff.

This remark came from a mature young man who, as a boy, had constant visions of owning his own TV and video games, FAO Schwarz and Discovery Channel stores, etc., etc., etc. I don’t know where he got that from.

By Sarah Sue Ingram
Interim Editor

The invasion has already started and will be full-fledged by this weekend.

No, it’s not the invasion by The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and Gerry and The Pacemakers.

For those of us who welcomed that British invasion, pacemakers means something entirely different now, as in medical equipment placed in the chest that helps keep some of our friends alive. It used to mean those who set the pace.

This week winter is officially over. I couldn’t be more excited as spring is in the air. The signs of change are everywhere. Daffodils have been popping up all over the place decorating the landscape with their brilliant shades of yellow. Cars are coated in the murky yellowish-green haze of pollen.

Gone are winter hats and scarves—well, almost. Restaurants and businesses around the beach towns have reopened for the season.