My neighbor Danny died last week. He was 40.
The Buck Stops Here
William Buchheit's two-time award-winning column doesn't appear in The Greer Citizen every week. But when it does, you can count on reading a passionate, compelling and informative argument.
The other night I went to see Alice Cooper at the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium. The show was terrific — better than I expected, and I’ve seen him in concert before. I love a lot of his music, including classic rock radio staples “Be My Lover,” “I’m Eighteen” and “No More Mr. Guy.”
On the first day on May, Jordan Neely, a 30-year-old mentally ill man, got onto a NYC subway and began harassing other riders in the car. According to witnesses, he was yelling threats at people and shouting “I’m not afraid to die.” Neely had had a terrible life.
In the very last hours of August, 1983 Tae Kwan Do world champion Billy Hong boarded an airplane at New York’s JFK airport to visit his family in Korea.
Over the last three years, America’s fentanyl problem has gone from bad to worse.
Just last week, in fact, US Secretary of Homeland Security Alejandro Mayorkas called overdoses from the synthetic opiate “the single greatest challenge we face as a country.”
On February 28, 1993 the ATF raided the Branch Davidian compound outside of Waco, TX with a search warrant alleging that the cult was harboring illegal weapons.
There are a lot of things about me that that make me different. One of those is my propensity to make lists of the things I’m really passionate about.
In the early 1960s, there was a fateful baseball game in Jacksonville, FL. A teenage Ronnie Van Zandt hit a line drive at an infielder named Bob Burns. Before he could get his glove up, the ball smacked Burns in the shoulder and fell to the ground.
Rating: 7 out of 10
Rated: ‘TV-MA’ for violence, language and disturbing content
It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since we said goodbye to the 1990s. Musically, it was the decade that made rock music relevant again, introducing grunge and bringing in a resurgence of punk music. In those pre-mp3 days, music stores still sold CDs and the album was considered an art form.