Killing Me Softly
It was one of those nights when we went out without much mojo, or intentions to do anything other than grab a bite to eat and a drink or two.
We're All Marching off to War

When I was a kid, I would eagerly anticipate the arrival of either the seasonal Sears or JC Penney catalogues.
Her name is rio

I've only been to a churrascaria once - and I'm still full. Churrascaria, for the uninitiated, is a Brazilian/Portuguese term that roughly translates as "barbecue," but might as well mean Meat-a-palooza. Servers, known as gauchos, come by your...
ghosts in the machine

Are there ghosts living among us? It seems an ever-increasing amount of folks seem to think so. You're not really considered wacky anymore if you describe a ghost encounter - and recount your tale with conviction, and specific examples and details.
under the boardwalk

I'm a virtual packrat. I save various e-mails and electronic press releases, because you really never know when you might need them - although the volume is enough to bog down my e-mail account on most days.
lip-rippin' time in the inlet

Since our politicians up on Capitol Hill keep yapping about transparency, let's start with full disclosure: I am a judge in Sunday's 10th annual Lip-Rippin' Chilympics Cook-Off benefit for the Surfrider Foundation held at Spud's Waterfront Dining/Crazy Sister Marina in Murrells Inlet.
In with the new; what to do with the old?

I picked up Tuesday morning's newspaper and was immediately drawn to the story about yet another historic Myrtle Beach building set for a date with the wrecking ball.
Rocktober rules the beach

I only went to one of the city of Myrtle Beach's official Oktoberfests and I think it was in 2001 at the baseball stadium that was then known as Coastal Federal Field. A buddy of mine and I went, we surveyed the crowd of mostly senior citizens sitting under tents in the outfield grass, we scarfed down a couple of...
Summit and Surfside Odd Bedfellows?

Block to the Future

A photo finish

We are the non-picture-taking Kimes clan. The rest of my family is snap-shot happy, and some friends of mine have taken what seems like thousands of photos of their kids, downloaded them to social media sites and their iPhones and CrackBerries.
Experimental Home Brewing

Pigskin Pontifications

See You Soon

Making Waves

Feast or Famine?
