Meet Roxanne Walker…The South Carolina Broadcasters Association named Roxanne Radio Personality of the Year in 2002. She has been honored for her political opinion commentary by the Greenville Chapter of Women in Communications.
Roxanne resides in Taylors, SC with her husband Alan and the best dog in the world Allie.
I have a new hero. His name is Scott Prouty. Prouty is the man who shot the infamous “47%” video of Mitt Romney at a $50,000 per plate fundraiser in Boca Raton, Florida. The story was fascinating to begin with and even more so now that Prouty is talking about the details behind the videotape. It’s a classic story of the regular guy getting over on the man. http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/heather/47-percent-filmmaker-romney-has-no-clue-wh
Everyone in South Carolina that drives or rides on our roads knows very well that our infrastructure is crumbling. The SC Department of Transportation says that more than 80% of the state’s primary and secondary roads are rated fair to very poor; 20% of bridges are structurally deficient or weight limited and traffic congestion is costing the state $400 million a year in economic activity. The estimated cost of bringing 66,000 miles of public state-owned highways (the fourth-largest road system in the nation) is $29 billion over the next 20 years that’s $1.4 billion dollars a year. DOT’s entire annual budget is $1.3 billion.
My dad’s mother Hilda Roesner Seiler was a complicated woman. She was argumentative, creative, ambitious and artistic with a sharp tongue and a fiery temperament. In many ways I am like her. She and my grandfather had a stormy relationship, complicated by her infidelity and his alcoholism. Even though we saw her frequently when I was growing up she remained a mystery to me. My mother’s relationship with her was complex and discordant. Hilda adored her eldest son but was very critical of his wife. I admired her spunk and her creativity. She taught me how to knit, crochet, embroider and cross stitch. She once owned a greenhouse and gift shop and I spent many happy hours helping her tend her plants and rearranging her knick knacks. She and her youngest son my Uncle Steve survived a tornado that destroyed the gift shop and the greenhouse along with their house. I vividly remember driving up to her house and the only thing left standing was the toilet and two walls surrounding it.