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I have no quantifiable evidence of this at all, so I’m just going to say it. Bowling is bouncing back.

That fact, if it is a fact, offers a unique opportunity for Clinton. We have a bowling alley. As best I remember, it’s owned by somebody in Connecticut, and since we are not Greenville, we don’t have bowling. Even though, we have a bowling alley.

Faithful readers are not surprised that I’m taking this opportunity – the next to last Corner ever – to profess my love of a woman who means so much to me.
She is the wind beneath my wings. The gas in my engine. The cheese to my smile. The peanut butter to my jelly.
It also won’t surprise faithful readers that I’m not writing about The First Wife/My Current Wife, who was covered in a previous column in the Larry Farwell Tour.
This piece is about the great woman in the world. The Queen. Not Freddie Mercury’s group. THE Queen. Elizabeth II.

Mental health services for the seven-county region that includes Laurens County are forging a partnership with Presbyterian College’s newest program.

PC is bringing on-line in the coming year a Physician Assistant Program, and training through the clinics of the Beckman Center for Mental Health could be a component of that advanced medical training.

Forty-five minutes before the start of EMS Appreciation Week, emergency medical technicians were sent to a terrifying scene. It started as a child’s birthday party.

They rolled up on the scene, chaotic and bloody. This is where training trumps terror. They gathered the dead, bound up the wounded, soothed the situation as best they could.

Clearly, Laurens County needs a Sheriff’s Office sub-station in Fountain Inn.

Last Friday’s shooting inside the Yanfeng plant proves that beyond a reasonable doubt. The alleged gunman was able to get away because there was a 15-minute lapse between his getting in his car and the first law enforcement officer arriving on the scene.

Many things have changed since I came to work here in 1974. Many people have come and gone. A constant through it all has been the unwavering support of My First Wife and My Current Wife. In support of full disclosure, “they” are the same woman.
Janice and I married in 1971. I was a student at USC. Had we not married, I’d still be a student at USC. After I said “I do,” I found I really meant “I don’t” have as much desire to play pool and go to movies.

Let’s take a break from the Larry Franklin Farewell Tour to talk about a couple matters of much greater import.
I know that President Trump and Rep. Jeff Duncan and Bill O’Reilly have a lot of important things to….hold on, I’m getting a message in my earpiece. Oh. Well. No surprise there.
I know that President Trump and Rep. Jeff Duncan and Tucker Carlson have a lot of important things to take care of.

There have been occasions the past 43 years when I have written the “memorial” column about someone who has died.
I don’t understand why some people refer to dying as passing and to the person who died as having passed.
The Google says referring to death as passing away comes from Judiasm.
We say cows die. We say dogs die. But Uncle Fred passes away.
I refuse to use the euphemism. If someone has died, I say they died.
There are other, more colorful ways to refer to death, of course. Kick the bucket. Cash in the chips. Buy the farm.