• Law enforcement weekend a reminder about who's really laboring

    It had been a long, crazy-quilt week. I was tired. I still had unfinished chores to do at home.

    And I’m sure, given back this time slot at 9 p.m. Friday to be “free” instead of “working,” I’d be at home scrubbing floors, weeding out clutter and straightening closets instead of tuned into cyberspace, “20/20” and “World’s Dumbest.” We’ll never know for absolute sure.

  • Reporting from the courtroom: Trial testimonials can try the soul

    It takes guts to do the right thing.

    For the last week, I have sat in Brunswick County Superior Criminal Court watching as the murder trial of Craig Bryant unfolds. Bryant is accused of murdering Shallotte Realtor Adam Bradshaw in late April 2008.

    One-by-one as the witnesses have taken the stand, I have seen one thing in common—nervousness. Yes, there have been a few witnesses who are more seasoned at being put on the stand to testify, but the majority are not.

  • How some cross-country travelers spent their summer vacations

    If you want to know how Tom Hunter, Carmen Albertolli Daughtry and David Byron Keener Sr. spent their summer vacations, just ask them.

    Then allot some extra time to take in all the details. That’s how it is when you travel cross-country.

  • Nap time

    I’m ready for a nap.

    Don’t get me wrong, I love summertime.

    But for many locals, summer means lots and lots of long hours working.

    After struggling to keep my eyes open on deadline day and burning the candle at both ends I stopped at a local coffee shop in Ocean Isle Beach. There owners have a magic elixir that keeps me bouncing on days I fight the sandman—a large iced caramel macchiato.

  • It's 5 a.m.—do you know where you are and why you're up?

    I had awakened at my usual pre-dawn-Tuesday hour to get some things accomplished. It was, after all, newspaper-drop-dead-deadline-day, a significant time of the week—every week, rain, snow, hurricane or humidity—here at the Beacon.

    While visions and sounds of the prior night’s Sunset Beach Town Council meeting danced and grumbled in my head—another story to crank out ASAP Tuesday—I cranked up the coffeemaker and logged onto cyberspace.

  • She was at the right place at the right time


    I have always heard the saying, “ the right place at the right time,” but never has it been more true than last weekend.

    I had a rare few hours off work last Saturday night and decided I wanted to hang out with one of my best friends. The last few months we haven’t seen much of each other unless we were at work in the local restaurant we both moonlight in during the summer months.

    We decided it was girls’ night out.

  • Farewell, Brunswick County, and thank you for the chance to bring you your news

    After more than six years, 2,040 stories, 196 opinion columns, countless crime reports and one ejection from a public meeting, my time here at The Brunswick Beacon is winding down.

    This Friday, Aug. 3, will be my last day at the Beacon, where I have spent the past six years and three months trying my damnedest to bring you the news—first, right and, frankly, better than anyone else.

  • Answers to some things you may—or may not—be wondering about

    Pedaling like mad Monday in a cycling class I had resumed after abstaining because of a sprained wrist, I wondered: Why, just because I had been out for a month, does it feel like starting all over again?

    While the tough-and-fit instructor and most of the class spun their two-wheelers way above the speed limit, I was going at a sea-turtle rate of about 15. I could barely breathe. I felt my face turning red—more out of effort than embarrassment, I think.

  • Obama’s ‘chicken and egg’ argument bad for business, the country

    With $1 billion and counting in his war chest and everything else available in his political arsenal, our campaigner-in-chief has once again sets his sights on the free market.

    I’m not sure why President Barack Obama continues to attack the tenants of capitalism, other than to distinguish himself from his opponent, former Mass. Gov. Mitt Romney, who is the poster child for free market success.

    First, Obama attacked big, bad private equity as a jab at Romney’s tenure at Bain Capital.

    Now, he’s going after the little guy.

  • More critters of summer—rats are roaming uninvited at the beach

    Rats at the beach?!

    Now I know I’ve heard everything when I hear uninvited rats are cruising and bruising our pristine beaches.

    Then again, when are rats ever invited to the beach—or anywhere, for that matter? Obviously, they decided to invite themselves.