• Get to know who represents you

    OK, Brunswick County, I’m going to give you a pop quiz: Name a commissioner.

    No, I can’t be more specific. I’m keeping the question general to make it easier for everyone to pass.

    I am not trying to trick you. It can be your county commissioner or any county commissioner, or it can be your town commissioner or town councilman, or even an alderman or …

    All of the above are acceptable answers, just as long as you have a little familiarity with your elected representatives.

    It’s good to know who represents you.

  • A closer examination of name-calling

    It’s been decades since anyone’s addressed me by my given name.

    Jackie’s a nickname I’ve had for as long as I can remember. The only people who ever called me Jacqueline are my grandfathers. Even when my parents got really angry with me, they never called me by my full name. It’s probably because the intended impact is lost if you don’t have a middle name.

  • Sources are subjects, not choosers in news reporting business

    Perhaps the worst thing about having spent most of my career in South Carolina was hearing people refer to the University of South Carolina as “Carolina.” Being a product of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, UNC’s the only Carolina in my mind and I don’t pay much attention to the Gamecocks.

  • ABCPOA 'disinvites' press to board governance forum

    Maybe I’d gotten up too early and was just having a bad dream.

    Maybe it was because it was Friday the 13th.

    Whatever it was, upon my arrival at an Alliance of Brunswick County Property Owners Association (ABCPOA) governance forum early last Friday morning, I was told I had been disinvited and wouldn’t get to hear, among other things, what state representatives have to say about current homeowners association (HOA) legislation.

  • Being a public servant means being in the public eye

    We have an election coming up here in the next couple months, really weeks as it will be here before we know it.

    So I thought this would be a good time to throw out a reminder to those newly elected officials as well as the ones who will be voted back into office and even the people whose terms aren’t up for another year or two: What you are doing, you do in public.

  • Why there’s newsprint on my forehead

    There’s a remarkably accurate website out there called www.stuffjournalistslike.com, which features a growing list of, yes, stuff journalists like.

    No. 4 on the list, behind free food (I can’t argue with that ranking), is editors. Here’s the lead of the entry:

    “Superheroes have their mentors. Felons have probation officers.

    “Editors are a little of both.”

  • Factual errors are embarrassing — and unacceptable

    I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later, but I screwed up.

    I was planning this week to expound on why I’m calling my weekly column “Newsprint on my forehead,” but it’s much more important right now to instead explain why I’ve got egg on my face.

    Somehow or another, I got my signals crossed and inadvertently plugged a factual error into last week’s editorial.

  • "Your" going to get a wordy message out of this column

    We already know texting and driving is a bad idea.

    Lately, I’ve seen a number of vehicles sporting little magnets conveying that sentiment, which is a good thing. Please don’t text and drive, and please don’t text and drive drunk, either.

    These days, texting, emailing and Facebooking in and of themselves are mixed bags as well — there are both good and bad things about them.

  • Having a driver's license is a privilege, not a right

    I had my first encounter with a local law enforcement officer on my way home from work the other night when I came upon a driver’s license checkpoint on Old Georgetown Road.

  • Take care to avoid heat stroke, sunburn this summer

    I believe I’m as happy as anyone that the sun has started making regular appearances here again. Summer storms are to be expected just about anywhere in the Carolinas, but those recent days upon days of gloomy dark rain, not to mention the flooding they brought, were getting to be too much even for this Cleveland native.