"'One o'clock!"€™ the crew chief shouted, pointing at three figures sprinting across the desert. [Chief Warrant Officer Jim] Crisafulli kicked the helicopter into a 180-degree turn and slammed into the ground less than fifty yards from [Master Sergeant Jeffrey] Sims.

Dear Ms. Plume,

Is the art of the party a dinosaur? People don't RSVP, or they RSVP and then do the opposite. Do people actually know what RSVP means?? Do they understand that if you hire a caterer for a party, you are paying per guest for food and drinks?

The unlikely success story of Hank's Low Country She Crab Soup

For most families Saturday is a day of ritual - baseball practice, dance lessons, fishing, picnics on the beach, shopping, golf, a trip to Charleston or Savannah, but for many the ritual is to head to the Port Royal Farmer's Market at the Navy Heritage Park, open 9 - 12 Saturdays, rain or shine, to get the best food in the Lowcountry.

Tents are set up and loyal customers arrive on schedule to check out the freshest vegetables, eggs, shrimp, oysters in season, wonderful homemade breads, cheeses to die for, fruits, scones, pasta, bagels, plants, coffees, cookies, birds of prey to be admired, and, of course, she crab soup.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

I don't know about the rest of you internet junkies, but early morning is my prime time for scrolling. I get up before everybody else, brew myself some coffee, settle down at my computer with a hot mug -€“ and two squares of Dove dark chocolate -€“ and start scrolling away.