By Margaret Evans, Editor

Dear Reader,

Your weary correspondent is writing to you from the middle of Water Festival. No, I'm not sitting smack dab in the center of Waterfront Park; I'm at my house. But it's Wednesday morning – the festival's halfway point – and I am already very, very tired. Downtown at our office overlooking the park, we've been partying like it's 1999. I was much younger in 1999.

The Arts Center of Coastal Carolina is bringing two distinctive concerts to the stage in August, with tributes to the Bee Gees (Aug 7-9) and Motown (Aug 29-30)! You won't want to miss either one!

Slave Driver

Dear Aunt Bossy,

I am a bit older and have enough money to hire a cleaning woman twice a month. The only problem is that I feel obligated to clean the toilets and anything really crummy before she comes, and then I have to leave the house because I feel so guilty. I pay her $25 an hour cash, so I don’t think I underpay her. She is a recent immigrant and doesn’t speak English so her job options are limited.

Everything comes at a price. Even love. Especially love.

Years ago, as I studied for my MBA, I first learned the basic concept of price as the sum of cost plus profit. Of course, getting from price to profit is much more complex than simply subtracting cost.