Whether you believe the earth and the humans that inhabit it were created in 6 days or in one big celestial bang (or any combo of both), one thing is certain; as soon as man stood upright the race was on to find the secret to eternal youth.
I wade into this column with trepidation. There’s something beautiful I want to share with you, but I’ll have to walk through a field of landmines to get to my point. Along the way, I’ll be discussing things like race . . . religion . . . maybe even a little politics. Enter at your own risk. I am.
The racks and racks of pristine, crisp white fabric lined up like curtains blinded me as soon as I rounded the street corner. My hands trembled at the sight, my hair bristled in the hot, still air.
Itâs mid-August in the Lowcountry â that weird, bipolar time of year when the calendarâs shouting âback-to-school!â while the weatherâs whispering âback to bed.â
To the victor go the spoils; or in this case, a big, fat medal and some serious global bragging rights.
That’s right, y’all. August 5th, 2016 marks the start of the supersonic, high stakes world event we’ve all been waiting four long years for; the 2016 Summer Olympics, Rio-style.