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Are you from Greer?”

I’ve been the Editor of this newspaper for nine years and this is still the question I am most commonly asked.

I’ve discussed my golf swing in this column before.

Just to refresh your memory, though, it isn’t good.

I’m not what you would call a “good golfer.”

I slice everything and have an awkward swing.

I’ve only celebrated two birdies in my life.

My 33rd birthday is on Friday.

Depending on who is reading this, that’s either really old or really young. I don’t feel young at all, though.

It’s been hot for nine months now. Our summer can have a baby. That’s how long it has been hot.

Summer is the worst.

I can’t stand the relentless frying pan heat, the YUGE power bill and the constant sweat dripping off uncomfortable parts of my body.

If it doesn’t cool off soon, I’m moving.

Y’all.

I have some good news.

Are you sitting down?

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We have zero more months without football. We made it. The long wait is over. Our hearts can beat again.

Is everybody clapping? Most of you? Well, I know my wife isn’t clapping. She already rolled her eyes at me when I informed her of this fact.

My wife and I are habitually late.

We are never on time for anything. We don’t make it to a movie before the previews start. We always stroll into church during the second or third song. We even show up late to things like family events and weddings.

I’m not what you would call “outdoorsy.”

I love campfires and S’mores and clear skies, but I also like being inside.

I have nothing against camping. I’ve done it quite a bit, in fact.

We try to watch decent TV shows at our house.

Sure, my wife will keep up with The Bachelor and all of its spin-offs, but as a family we make it a point to keep it PG, especially for the kids.

To be honest, we really only watch annoying kids shows on Disney Plus.