Team: It’s a bittersweet week.  By the time you see this, the gates should have been open for the Monday practice round at The Masters.  I know: tough pill to swallow.  There’s nothing I would have enjoyed more this week than watching Patrick Reed miss the cut. To lift our…

Who remembers those GREAT ’90s band parties at the Fraternity house?  Or the shows at local theaters?  Man I do.  Some of my fondest memories were checking the show calendars in Creative Loafing to see who was playing at Variety Playhouse, The Fox, Smith’s Olde Bar, Dixie Tavern, etc.  I…

There used to be a good number of them Small summertime villages where Lowcountry folks went to escape oppressive heat, to ward off summertime miasma, meaning mosquitoes and disease, with ever present sea breezes, and to laze on the water Most of these summer village perched on bluffs by rivers…

This is the third post that I’ve done since our worlds were turned upside down.  The first was on So Here We Are, second was on What Can You Do, and today were talking about hanging in there. This post is meant to be some RCS encouragement to stay the…