Why I joined the cast of that show
By K. Cooper Ray
When the esteemed editor of this fine publication offered this writing opportunity, I was honored to accept. I face this question on a daily basis with every acquaintance of a certain background on the peninsula. It is rarely asked aloud, but it is there, simmering in the eyes as they dance around it with a “How-are-you?” and “Is-everything-okay?” and the like. I have a handy arsenal of defense ready. For you see, I’ve discovered that many are curious, but too polite to probe. I’ve never had that problem, which would lead one to think I am an ideal candidate for reality TV. But the truth is a little more complicated, as most things are once you get beyond the skin of it.
Octagon House is dentist’s lovely legacy
By Robert Salvo
Sullivan’s Island has been the ideal beachside getaway from the Holy City for nearly as long as there has been a Charleston from which to get away. While today’s beach mansion expansion is something with which we’re all familiar, the island has long been a magnet for those looking to enjoy the sea breezes. Newspaper advertisements from the 1700s invited those on the peninsula to sail over on the weekends for barbecues — occasionally feasts of sea turtle. Despite a complicated licensing scheme for building on the island, Charlestonians still came in droves. While the population waned in wartime, it always rebounded: One Sullivan’s Islander who arrived during a 1870s rebuilding boom left not one but two unique residences that remain part of the island’s colorful historical fabric.
Family and patriotism buoy Krawcheck’s sailing passion
By Patra Taylor
On a recent summer Saturday morning, as a mild sea breeze blew across Charleston Harbor, Lenny Krawcheck pulled the cover off his Lightning, the first step in getting his three-man sailboat ready for the afternoon regatta. Mr. Krawcheck paused for a moment to gaze across the harbor. His experience told him that the wind would pick up by early afternoon, making it a perfect day for some friendly competition among the 16 entrants in the Lightning-class races that were part of the James Island Yacht Club Regatta.
A European nationalist’s dilemma: Misguided devotion to a dictator
By Zurab Amiranashvili
To an outsider who does not regularly read the news, check facts and gather information, Europe looks exactly how it does in tourist ads — clean, tranquil and prosperous. To a person who keeps up with current events, Europe looks like a simmering cauldron of conflict, with an occasional bloody bubble bursting from beneath the lid. It does not take a genius to realize that if the pressure building beneath is not alleviated soon, the lid is going to blow. Trying to clamp it down tighter or to pretend nothing is wrong will only make matters worse.
Hatred is the enemy
This June two things happened in our city that shocked the world. The first everyone knows, though they wish to forget — nine black men and women, peacefully attending a prayer meeting in their own church, were systematically shot down, slaughtered at the hands of a 21-year-old racist from the Midlands.