Tommy Tomlinson

If you're reading this, it's a beautiful Friday morning and I'm in the hospital getting better.

At first I didn't pay much attention to the e-mails, but then there were too many to ignore. Here's a piece of one:

Ten years ago today, Alix Felsing and I got married. We said the vows and exchanged the rings and kissed right there in front of God and our friends at the State Museum down in Columbia.

The bees showed up the other day.

Last week I spent a couple of days on the coast. Wednesday afternoon I drove over to Oak Island and walked out on the pier. There must have been 75 lines in the water. Not a soul was catching fish.

It's like that old “Hee Haw” sketch:

Three years ago, when Katrina was roiling toward New Orleans, Dr. Rich Vinroot had a choice: Get out, or stay.

They worked for their money.

No need to weep for Ken Thompson. He made millions running Wachovia, and before that First Union, and his severance will land him on a nice soft pile of cash.