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Corner -- Larry Franklin

If you read MyClintonNews.com last Wednesday, you noticed that North Broad Street in front of The Chronicle office was a disaster zone. Reports from people who still work there indicate it started Tuesday.

So, as a journalist, you always want to be in the right place at just the right time. It’s nearly impossible, but everyone has to have a goal in life.

It explains why so many of us died Sept. 11, 2001 trying to get into the Twin Towers. It explains why journalists want to be war correspondents. It explains why I have applied to my publisher for hazardous duty, county council pay.

By Larry Franklin

I’ve shaved every day. Except Saturday. Saturdays don’t count. Repeat. Saturdays don’t count.

One thing I’ve noticed about retired people — like moi — is that they stopped shaving. To be honest, this is more of a thing with males than females. 

From the “this is why I will never be rich” file comes this discouraging piece of news. People are paying good money for typewriters.

Do I have any typewriters? 

Not any more.

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.