By Margaret Evans, Editor

It’s finally happened, y’all. I am at a loss for words. After nearly two decades of column writing, I’ve been struck dumb. (Don’t go there.)

            It’s not that there’s nothing to say. There is plenty. It’s just that there’s no point in saying any of it. Not right now. Maybe never.

The 5th edition of CraftHiltonHead2016,National Juried Fine Arts Craft Guild Exhibition, which occurs only once every two years, will showcase up to ninety 2 and 3-dimensional craft works of featured artists from around the country, competing for cash awards.

Who doesn't love a green bean casserole made with canned cream of mushroom soup and canned fried onion rings? We all grew up with some version of cream-drowned green beans at Thanksgiving. We love the old recipes because they remind us of family, happy times and traditions.

June, 1944: Saipan, Mariana Islands: “After a sleepless night, [U.S. Marine] Robert E. Wolin, an amtanker with the Second amphibious Tractor Battalion, considered being alive at sunrise ‘one of the great experiences of my life.’ He didn’t wish to move from his foxhole, fearing that if he did ‘all hell would rain down.’ But a senior officer happened by then, swagger stick under his arm, and said his unit was a hundred or so yards out of position. ‘He suggested we move south, collecting men as we went. Then he concluded: After all, Lieutenant, you don’t want to live forever.’” – James D. Hornfischer, The Fleet At Flood Tide (Random House, 2016)