When your cousin Hermine came to visit, I was sitting on my porch and watched how she snapped large branches from our pine trees with her 40mph winds. I wondered to myself what twice the wind speed would do? Little did I know at the time that only a few weeks later much of the East Coast got a taste of that and then some. Your visit did not come unannounced and I kept my eye on you.
When Hurricane Matthew hit the Lowcountry, Rose Hill resident Amy Harper kept in touch with her neighbors — both those who had stayed behind to weather the storm and those who were scattered across the country — by using an app on her iPhone called Nextdoor.
“At first, we communicated about which stores were open,” said Harper, who has lived in the Lowcountry for almost 30 years, 10 of them in Rose Hill. “Then the conversations turned to lost pets, water pressure issues, who had power and who did not. We’re now talking about roofing contractors and the best place to get hurricane shutters.”
I have lived here for nearly 30 years. My first hurricane evacuation was for Hugo in 1989, and as Matthew approached, I joined those who remembered its difficulties — 10-hour drives to Atlanta and worse.
We all knew this storm was going to scare us. But watching the forecasts that had it hugging so closely to the shore, we knew that it was going to be different than the storms that have come through in recent years.
Ancient lore and modern research suggest early Polynesians migrated to North America following the seasonal flight patterns of the Golden Plover. One generation would row their boats as far as they could keep up with the birds. Then they noted their location and came home. The next year, they would row out to last year’s endpoint, waiting this time with a head start. Over hundreds of years and many generations, through birds and stars, the Polynesians found Hawaii.
Here in the Lowcountry, October is a special time of year. Though we don’t have major tree changes many associate with autumn, you can still see the season changing in the colors of the marsh, in our slow transition to sweaters and boots, and in our sudden urge to clean out the fireplace.
October means it’s almost time for the annual Hilton Head Island Motoring Festival & Concours d’Elegance. This year’s Concours includes a special tribute to Hollywood. The event will have a display of vehicles made famous by movies or driven by Hollywood stars.
The recipe of how to ruin a great country starts with a political system that is broken and divided into two fractions that seem unable to produce any results for the people who elected them.
Unfortunately, that is happening in a time when decisive actions are crucial for the well-being of the U.S. and when the world needs our leadership to create a sustainable planet.
More than 10,000 athletes from 206 countries gathered for the Summer Olympics in Rio to compete in 41 sports, and the world was watching. I’m using this global event as a mirror, curious about the image its sends back to us. Here is what I observed:
Rio got it done. If you believed any of the negative hype leading up to Rio 2016, you would have bet that the current state of affairs in Brazil would throw this event into complete chaos. But not so much.
Of all the great issues that we put out throughout the year, our annual City Guide is the one to keep on the coffee table or to send to a friend who might be considering a vacation in the Lowcountry. This is the issue that really highlights why we’ve decided to call this paradise our home.
Since last October, we’ve been celebrating our 30-year anniversary. All the research that has gone into our anniversary articles has been great inspiration to reflect in this City Guide on the Lowcountry then and now.
We are ONE species inhabiting one planet.
Globalization made it true that everybody and everything is connected in some ways, and nothing is going to put this genie back in the bottle. Whether we like it or not, trade, the internet, multinational corporations, people and ideas moving across all borders are simply forces that cannot be contained with walls or increased security measures.
For a brief window of time on the B train, clanging over the Manhattan Bridge from Brooklyn, you emerge from underground.
If you’re lucky, the sun is hanging mellow, setting slowly in high summer, casting distant transformers in a copper tone, its light bouncing off the skyscraper windows and following you. I climb the stairs of the Grand Street station onto Chinatown’s northern edge, its assortment of fermented market offerings greeting my nose straight on.
Is it August already? It seems like summer just started, but here we are, printing the final installment of our three-part summer fun series. We started with the south end of Hilton Head Island in June, followed by mid-island in July. This month, we close with the north end, Bluffton and Daufuskie.
Inside you will find information on all of the must-see landmarks and hot spots in those areas. You will also find feature stories on the wonderful new pool at Hilton Head Plantation and the Coastal Discovery Museum, one of my favorite places on the planet.
Since 1982, depending how you define them, there have been at least 81 public mass shootings across the country.1
What’s more, this style of shooting, perpetrated by an individual rather than a gang, political group, or criminal organization is largely American. From 1966 to 2012, a third of the world’s mass shootings took place here. What’s difficult to swallow is how random they seem, the motives blurry, and the shooter somewhat ordinary. That’s when you become jaded. But the deadliest mass shooting in the US at the Orlando gay nightclub on June 12 brought a sharp new pain to our hearts — and created a lot of incoherent noise.
“Dad! I want to play on the trampoline!” yells one of his four kids. “No, not this second” replies Brandon Runyan, and then turns to me: “This is the chaos of my life.” A toddler’s shriek pierces through my computer speakers. We’re on video chat and Isla, age 7, reminds us, “You’ve been on this interview for minutes!” She wants dad to continue their bike-riding lessons. Runyan, still in his scrubs, calmly answers each question, even if delayed by constant, if cute, interruptions. Most mornings, he sneaks out at 5 a.m. for CrossFit. That’s before the kids wake up and must be shepherded through the morning’s tasks.
Each month when I sit down to write this page, I find myself reminiscing about island life over the past 29 years. As we focused on the magnificent mid-island for this July issue, one summer memory is particularly vivid.
When my daughters were young, we absolutely could not miss HarbourFest — the weeklong celebration that happens all summer long at Shelter Cove Harbour. We loved to go see what the vendors had to offer and visit with Cappy the Clown.