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(I'm pleased to introduce my first guest blogger, John Peters, my 15-year-old nephew who is a freshman at Porter-Gaud School in Charleston. This was a paper for his English class) George Orwell wrote about our destruction by things we hated like an oppressive government, but Aldous Huxley wrote about our destruction by things we loved like TV. If Huxley had written  his famous book  A Brave New World  sometime in the last decade or so, he definitely would have  included t he I nternet  in his criticisms. The Internet  has , for some,   created a  lifeline to other people that have the same interests or hobbies  but  would be otherwise unreachable . This is a very good thing most of the time, but it can sometimes  cause disconnect from the present.  The Internet has completely reformed the way its users and everyone around them go about their lives every day.   The Internet is used every day and affects everyone. It is a vast and infinite tool that can figure out almost anythi

I caught a flash of a rust colored fan of a dog tail darting between two herbie curbies as I drove home from my parents' house. My dog karma instinct immediately kicked in...it was a golden retriever who looked like a smaller version of our long-gone but much-loved Beaufort. I had to stop. I pulled out the dog biscuits I keep in my car console. As I opened the car door thinking I'd have to coax the dog to me, he bounded over. He had a collar and tags - good news. I found the tag. His name was Sam...the name of my childhood dog. He was friendly, even loving. He nuzzled my knee as I scratched his ears while I dialed the number on the tag. No answer. I left a message and debated next steps still just enjoying scratching Sam's ears while he nuzzled my knee like my golden retriever Dixie does every day. There’s just something peaceful about that nuzzling. Then, I'm knocked back to the moment. The phone rings and the owner identified Sam. The owner was jus