Most of us, I should think, remain dazed by the rapid succession of unthinkable tragedies that have been hurled in our paths: Hurricanes Harvey, Irma, Maria…one, two, three gut punches of utter devastation from Mother Nature.
It’s not that I’m terribly paranoid about bugs. Would I ‘friend’ them on social media? Probably not.
Sometimes I feel as though South Carolina is the ‘Jan’ to North Carolina’s ‘Marcia’ in terms of respect.
I may have achieved a real sense of what it might have been like to have lived in a covered wagon this past week.
I love you, North and South Carolina. You too, Georgia.
It has been a long-held common superstition believed by the ancients, as well as a few middle-agers, that solar eclipses such as the one we experienced last week, are also harbingers of doom.
Oh, pffft, I thought.
And then Harvey happened.
When Paul mentioned that he especially wanted to watch the totality of the solar eclipse by driving a few miles out to Travelers Rest, I was a little disappointed because I had elected to stay at home, having signed up with an organization that asked people to file reports of how their animals behaved as the shadow of darkness began to fall.
There’s something going on at Utz and I mean to get to the bottom of it.
Look, I know none of you turn to this column to read anything political, in fact several readers have emailed to tell me they search specifically for this column to get away from politics.
This whole ‘vocal rest’ thing I’m doing to heal my throat and, it is hoped, regain my voice once again in a few weeks, is getting decidedly old.
