It is Wednesday, 6:30 a.m., and I’m on a wooden deck, with complimentary coffee, waiting for the sun- rise above the blue-tinted
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m in Knoxville, Tennessee. This morning I’m in the lobby of the Graduate Hotel. I’m sitting at
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By Scott Graber The walls of South Carolina Senate are covered with portraits — Strom Thurmond, Fritz Hollings, Clementa Pinckney, Henry Timrod
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday and a rising, low-angled sun has illuminated the pink blossoms that cluster on a single azalea.
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By Scott Graber It is Sunday, early, and I’m in the coffee-scented, masked-mandated, frequently sanitized lobby of the Ballast Hotel in downtown
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By Scott Graber Sometime this summer — when we are drifting into 90-degree lethargy — the Supreme Court will take up (again)
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