Tom Poland

2 days ago | lexingtonchronicle.com | Tom Poland

In my youth we had a daily newspaper, The Augusta Chronicle. What we didn’t get every day was local news. That’s what made The Lincoln Journal special. Farmers, grandmothers, country storeowners, housewives and others pulled news about people they knew from their mailbox. “The Smiths ate Sunday dinner with the Joneses. The fried chicken was delicious.” “The Browns drove through the Smokies.

2 days ago | blufftontoday.com | Tom Poland

I’ve long felt that two South Carolina community names ascend to prettiest—Silverstreet and Lone Star. Those names, evocative and wistful, charm the ear. One conjures up biblical streets of gold; the other brings to mind the Alamo, Davy Crockett, and that independent state, Texas. At long last I saw Lone Star. It’s a spot in the road that awakens feelings and memories. The bottle caps pressed into earth in front of an old store’s vanished gas pump?

6 days ago | indexjournal.com | Tom Poland

Back roads took me past pecan groves and cotton fields and eventually to Charlane Woodlands, Chuck and Rose Lane Leavell’s home/tree farm. That evening Chuck and I were to attend an event at Capricorn Records (Mercer Music At Capricorn). Chuck came in from working trees wearing work clothes: shorts, T-shirt and boots. He went to clean up for the Capricorn event and came out in a black crew neck T, black pants, black jacket and gold Adidas-Gucci shoes. “From tree farmer to rocker,” he said.

6 days ago | tompolandwriter.substack.com | Tom Poland

In my youth we had a daily newspaper, The Augusta Chronicle. What we didn’t get every day was local news. That’s what made TheLincoln Journal special. Farmers, grandmothers, country storeowners, housewives, and others pulled news about people they knew from their mailbox. “The Smiths ate Sunday dinner with the Jones. The fried chicken was delicious.” “The Browns drove through the Smokies.

6 days ago | pmg-sc.com | Tom Poland

I’ve long felt that two South Carolina community names ascend to prettiest—Silverstreet and Lone Star. Those names, evocative and wistful, charm the ear. One conjures up biblical streets of gold; the other brings to mind the Alamo, Davy Crockett, and that independent state, Texas. At long last I saw Lone Star. It’s a spot in the road that awakens feelings and memories. The bottle caps pressed into earth in front of an old store’s vanished gas pump?