Middleton Place

We got up early enough for breakfast at the Lake House on the grounds. It was a bit odd. There was no one to greet or seat us. We just wandered in and helped ourselves to a very nice full breakfast. I guess they figured that anyone who was there belonged there. After breakfast we … Continue reading Middleton Place

Middleton Inn

Laura said she really needed a weekend away before school got ramped up. Her only requirements were (1) that it had a decent outdoor pool and (2) that it be in a town where where we hardly know anyone. My suggestion of the Newberry YMCA didn’t go over very well. We went online and searched … Continue reading Middleton Inn

Oh Blackwater, Keep On Rolling…

John N paddles downstream

Saturday morning I got up at 4:00 am, loaded the kayak into the truck and headed south once more to the Edisto River. Last month we had originally planned to kayak the entire 20.3 mile stretch from Colleton State Park to Givhan’s Ferry State Park. We wound up breaking the trip into sections, running only the portion from Mars Old Field to Givhan’s Ferry last time. This time we were going to do the section from Colleton State Park to Stokes Bridge Landing – 8 miles, about the same length as our last trip.

This time there were seven in our group. Matt, John N., Rob D., and Chris J. returned. James B. couldn’t make it, but we were joined by John R. and his son Kevin. Matt’s dog, Cotton rounded out our entourage. We unloaded all the boats, then ran a shuttle down to Stokes Bridge.

As we got underway we observed a huge group of canoes and kayaks getting started on the opposite bank. This was a mixed group of all ages. As they passed I noticed several unusual seating arrangements. Several of the canoes had a man in the back paddling, and a woman up front just along for the ride – no paddle in hand whatsoever. Strange. Continue reading “Oh Blackwater, Keep On Rolling…”

Big Brother is Watching

Toward the first of the summer I took part in a webinar hosted by the state of South Carolina. This meeting informed us (the state technology leaders) that if we wanted more Internet bandwidth, we would have to place a monitoring device on our network. We were told that this was required to determine whether … Continue reading Big Brother is Watching

Ghost Hunters in Town

I was driving back from work today when I spotted this vehicle… The Ghost Hunters are in town. Traffic was heavy, stop-n-go, and I had just pulled up to a light. I grabbed my camera and took a picture. As soon as I did, the folks in the black SUV right behind started laughing. They … Continue reading Ghost Hunters in Town

Wait Wait…

Several weeks ago… Dear Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me: I have a Michael Feldman bobble-head doll that I won on Whaddaya Know. Garrison Keillor read my Valentine’s greeting to my wife on A Prairie Home Companion. Now I’m looking for the perfect Public Radio trifecta. I need Karl Cassell’s voice on my home answering machine. … Continue reading Wait Wait…

Recycling and Life on the Edge

It’s just Wednesday. However, this half-week has been much more strenuous that many of my full weeks. Most of that has been due to the computer recycling company that we used to remove the old computers from our schools.

Old computers are a MAJOR problem for schools. First, computers take a lot of abuse in a school setting. You just can’t get as many years of service from a school computer as you can from one in a home setting. It’s hard to explain this to a taxpayer. For non-functioning computers there is the problem of disposal. We can’t send these to a landfill. It’s an even bigger problem if the computer is still functioning. Because of concerns with student data on hard drives, we can no longer just sell the computers.

So, last spring our school board authorized me to work with a computer recycling group that would give written assurance of drive erasure. I made the arrangements, and on Tuesday a truck showed up to pick up our nearly 700+ computers, plus some odds and ends of non-functioning equipment. The fun was just about to begin.

First, the crew arrived at our district office. From appearances, these characters were ones I’d never want to meet alone on the street. One actually came into our office with an unlit cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. I was beginning to worry. Continue reading “Recycling and Life on the Edge”