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Tag: Laurens County

The Horse Ain’t High No More

On March 19, 2020March 19, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn SportsLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, March 19, 2020, 9:23 a.m. There’s nothing wrong with feeling sorry, but there’s no purpose in feeling sorry for ourselves. Things are tough all over. Everyone’s got a tale of woe. Everyone’s got someone to blame. Stop it. We’ve got the right to lash out at who or what is the …

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A Quiet Man of Radio

On January 30, 2020January 30, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn SportsLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 30, 2020, 2:06 p.m. Bill Hogan had the same approach to broadcasting that I applied to scoring baseball games. I always tried to play it straight and be fair to both teams, not just the home one. Because I saw that team every night, I figured I would be slightly …

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A Hefty Week at Home

On December 5, 2019December 6, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, December 5, 2019, 5:30 p.m. The week has been exhausting. I’ve worked late the last three nights, twice till 1 in the morning. It’s not just the number of tales to tell. Several stories have required that I bear down because they were worth it. A long City Council meeting. The …

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Back in the Roots of My Raising

On July 12, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, July 12, 2019, 1:28 p.m. My mother, 79 years young, and I chat on the phone most days. It is my theory that the relation between generations is all mathematic. When I was born, Betty Davis Dutton was not quite 18. When I was 4 and she 22, we were miles …

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Less Wounded Now

On March 6, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, March 6, 2019, 12:15 p.m. Treatment is going well. Not rehab for any addiction. Not radiation or chemo or anything like that. No shrink. The wound on my leg is almost healed. Soon I won’t have to surround it in clear plastic every time I take a shower. A man reaches …

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In the Path of the Great Eclipse

On August 17, 2017August 17, 2017 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, August 17, 2017, 11:05 a.m. I watched the Red Devils scrimmage Blacksburg for a while. I wish I’d brought an egg to see if it would fry on the concrete stands of Wilder Stadium. Most of the fans were smarter than I. They watched from the visiting stands, which were shaded …

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