Author: Margaret Evans

 As you may have noticed, from time to time I make an executive decision to publish a classic from my archives. (That’s French for “retread.”) Normally, I do it when I’m on vacation, and have neither the time nor energy to produce one of the lengthy, mind-sapping, soul-sucking manifestos I refer to euphemistically as “my column.” This time, I’m doing it just because I want to. As I was musing about the end of the Harry Potter era – currently playing out in a theater near you – I revisited a column I wrote back in 2007, while breathlessly awaiting the release of the final book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Like so many families across America, mine has been chafing under the impact of the lingering (and lingering… and lingering…) economic recession. Making do with less has quickly and effectively become a way of life – hey, we had no choice – but the necessary attitude adjustment – always a choice – has been a little slow to catch up.   The good news is this: We’re getting there. And summer’s making it easier. ‘Tis the season for simple pleasures, and I’m beginning to think the simpler they get, the better.

As editor, I’ve received a lot of comments about Lowcountry Weekly over the years – mostly good, occasionally otherwise. In the “good” category: People tell me they love our design, enjoy our photography, find our ads tasteful and attractive, swear by our maps, can’t live without our “What’s Happening” calendar, and so on and so forth. In the “otherwise” category? Well, let’s just say there are lots of armchair proofreaders out there. If I had the budget, I’d love to hire one of them. But as this is not the case, I must rely on your mercy and forbearance. Typos happen. And believe me – it hurts me more than it hurts you.