Andrew Pinckney Inn Collects School Supplies for Teachers’ Supply Closet

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Andrew Pinckney Inn is partnering with the Teachers’ Supply Closet (TSC) to help get school supplies to local children for the 2017 school year. Now through Labor Day they will be collecting new or gently used school/office supplies in our lobby at 40 Pinckney Street. As a way to say thank you to our guests for supporting our cause, if you bring in at least three supplies we will offer one free night of valet parking during your stay*.

Teachers’ Supply Closet eliminates the need for teachers to pay for the products. They are a nonprofit affiliate of the national Kids In Need Foundation that provides free school supplies to teachers in Charleston, Dorchester and Berkeley Counties who work at schools where at least 81% of the students are on the free or reduced meals program. In 2016 they provided 27,550 children with free school supplies.

Top 5 Needs: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
-Composition Notebooks
-Copy Paper
-Kleenex
-Hand Sanitizer ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?.
-Glue Sticks

Other Wish List Needs:
-Pencils
-Pink Erasers
-Washable Markers
-Pocket Folders
-Scissors
-Crayons

Drop Off Location:
Andrew Pinckney Inn
40 Pinckney Street, Charleston, SC

*Free valet parking is to be used during your current visit only and it is nontransferable. Good for one night only of parking, in exchange for a minimum of three separate school supplies.

Teacher Supplies Closet Mission: To serve children in the Tri-County area in meeting their educational and creative needs by providing free supplies donated by businesses and individuals.

Charleston 9 Brick Project

On June 18, 2007 the Charleston Fire Department lost 9 of its own in the Sofa Super Store Fire. This had been the single deadliest fire incident since 9/11 where immediately after, the families, Charleston Firefighters, Citizens, and the fire service mourned. The Charleston Fire Department would never be the same and committing to never allowing this to happen again, epic changes ensued and to this day continue. We also believe the fire service has changed because of the fire and we pray that it’s never repeated.

According to The Post and Courier, On April 23, 2008 after 90 minutes of debate and objections to the cost voiced by several council members, Charleston City Council agreed to purchase the site for $1.85 million dollars.??Mayor Riley called the site of the disastrous June 18th?fire “sacred ground”, and when it meant the most, our City Council stepped up in the face of opposition and did the right thing. The memorial site was constructed and markers were placed where each of the firefighters were found. Currently the site consists of the markers, a flag pole and shrubs.

Fire and Iron Motorcycle Club Station 28-Charleston wants to do our part and help take the memorial to the next level and we need your support to make it happen. There is a path way from the parking lot to the flag pole that guides visitors to the center of the memorial. Currently the pathway is gravel crush and our project is to replace it with engraved bricks. We estimate a need for 10,000 bricks to cover the area and it is our hope that you’ll support our efforts, place you name in sacred ground, and forever remember the Charleston 9. With your contribution, you will transform the Charleston 9 Memorial into a place of Honor for the fallen, peace for the families, and respect for all who visit.

The Charleston 9 will always be near and dear to the members of the Charleston Fire Department and the Citizens of Charleston. With your help, they’ll know we haven’t forgotten, they made the ultimate sacrifice.

Thank you for your support!

?We are selling 4×8 bricks with 3 lines and 18 characters for $100, 8×8 bricks with 6 lines and 18 characters for $150. Additionally we are selling donor bricks and donor certificates.

*For more information, and to donate visit our website http://www.fireandiron28.com/charleston-9-memorial-page ?

A Few Things To Get Over On “National Get Over It Day”

By, Minta Pavliscsak

March 9th is National Get Over It Day. Originally conceived by a guy attempting to get over his girlfriend, he quickly realized how it can apply to so much more. There is so much in life that is beyond our control, yet it is going to happen anyway. And as bad as we think life may get, always remember one thing…It Could Always Be Worse!
So you have a choice. You can complain, wallow in self-pity, be a poster child for gloom and doom, OR you can make the decision to do something about it and simply Get Over It!

In case you need some inspiration of something to get over today, here are a few things we have noticed both around our community and elsewhere that have gotten their fair share of griping lately. Why not, at least just for today, Get Over it?!

– Traffic problems in and around Charleston.

– The extension of 526.

– Alcohol ban on the beaches.

– Hotel growth on the peninsula.

– Trump.

– The ever increasing cost of living in Charleston.

– Tourist season.

– Daily population migration into Charleston.

– The new presence of cranes in the Holy City.

– Folly Gras 2017.

Many people have said it many different ways. The bottom line is nobody is going to be happy all the time. The key is to make the most of what you have while you are lucky enough to have it. Today we are reminded of this.

“Life’s not fair. Get over it!” -Bill ?Gates

Getting to Know Philadelphia Alley

 

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By Minta Pavliscsak

If there is one thing Charleston, South Carolina will never be lacking, it is charm. In historic downtown Charleston, every street, store front, restaurant, park, and even alleyway has a way to make you point and say “awe”. Then, as if an automatic response, your camera is out taking pictures before you even realize it.

Follow us as we take a stroll down Philadelphia Alley and see alleyways as only Charleston knows how to do them.

 

 

This charming alley can be found between Queen Street and Cumberland Street. Often overlooked, Philadelphia Alley is one of the many hidden treasures Charleston offers. Dating back to 1776, Cow’s Alley as it was originally called, was access to rental homes behind Francis Kinloch’s house. He renamed it Kinloch’s Court after he widened it.

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This alley has seen two fires in its lifetime, including the infamous fire of 1796, and another in 1810. Holding true to its name, The City of Brotherly Love stood by Charleston’s side by donating?financially to aid in rebuilding this area in 1811.

 

What a more proper thank you than to forever give this beautiful strip of canopy covered, cobblestone refuge from the heat during the summer months, and the best place to listen to the bells of St. Phillips Church the honor of the name Philadelphia Alley.

 

Many locals refer to this passageway as Dueler’s Alley. Back when gentleman settled their disputes with pistols twenty-one paces away, this alley was the perfect setting in Charleston to do so. One of the most famous stories is of one man’s love and what he did to prove said love. Dr. Joseph Brown Ladd, known as the whistling doctor would eventually meet his demise as a result of a duel with Ralph Isaacs in 1786.

 

Many local ghost tour companies will tell the tale of the Whistling Doctor, and some Charlestonians have even said to have heard faint whistling while walking down the alley alone. Today you will find a tranquil, picturesque setting where each person you meet will pass you by with a friendly smile and nod. So as Robert Frost first suggest, take the road less traveled and be sure to explore Charleston’s only Philadelphia Alley.

 

 

 

 

 

Come for Weezer, Stay for Panic! At The Disco

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By, Minta Pavliscsak

The sleepy little town of Daniel Island, South Carolina was rocked to life Sunday evening when the sounds of Panic! At The Disco and Weezer came streaming from the rows of hanging speakers at the Volvo Car Stadium.

In unison, the crowd jumped to their feet with excitement as “Miserlou,” more notably known as the theme song from Pulp Fiction, suddenly started pumping through the speakers as the outline of a red car appeared, racing across the stage screen. Next entered 29 year old, Vegas grown Brendon Urie, and so it began.

I remember Panic! At The Disco when they first emerged onto the music scene. They showed promise, but then they seemed to fade only to return with what I though was a more mainstream sound, so honestly I lost interest. I am here to 20160619_203226-01 (2)tell you, Mr. Urie proved me completely wrong in every sense of the word this past Sunday night!

Between the bold sounds of the band, Brendon’s unbelievable vocal range -the kind of range that could only come from a deal with the Devil himself- and the energy coming from both the stage and the crowd, feeding off of one another, you had what made for a perfect opening set. I have never seen SO much pure, raw energy on stage, and Brendon even did a couple of -rather impressive- backflips!

The highlights of their set were definitely when Brendon took to his drum set, side of drummer Dan Pawlovich, for a dual drum solo/dueling drums/kick-ass this-is-what-we-do moment, and equally as kick-ass, their tribute to Queen with a crowd pleasing “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Among the playlist was “Death of A Bachelor,” “Emperor’s New Clothes,” “Hallelujah,” “Girls/Girls/Boys,” “Miss Jackson,” “Crazy = Genius” and “Nine In The Afternoon.”

Thank you Panic! At The Disco for a fantastic performance!

The set change was a bit on the long side. However, it was well worth the wait, and sitting under an almost full moon on the eve of the first day of summer with a cool breeze, enjoying a tasty beverage, how could one complain?! Finally it happened –what we had all came there for– the lights went out and that was our cue to once again jump to our feet, scream as loudly as we could, and welcome to the stage the one, and only Weezer.

I feel that it is important to mention?20160619_222505here that Weezer is what we would refer to as an “old school”
band. That’s not a bad thing by any means! In a lot of ways, it is has its advantages, bonuses even. Their debut album, The Blue Album was released in May of 1994. I was in 5th grade at the time, and have been a fan ever since. {Thank you to my awesomely cool parents who never attempted to censor my musical choices!} I have been to many concerts of artists who fall under this same category – The Rolling Stones, Tom Petty, Green Day, just to name a few. When going to these shows, you are excited for whatever they give you, but you always hope to hear your favorite classics, the ones that made you fall in love with the band in the first pla20160619_213749ce. Weezer did not disappoint! They got straight to the point, opening with “Hash Pipe” then tossing out giant beach balls to the crowd with “My Name Is Jonas.”

It only got better from there!

Of course they played some of their new stuff which, holding true to Weezer form, was awesome, but it was peppered with their classics as well. A few we were graced with were “Beverly Hills,” “Pork and Beans,” “Everybody Get Dangerous,” “(If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To,” “Say It Ain’t So,” “Buddy Holly,” and “Undone – The Sweater Song.” Weezer wasted no time with a bunch of talking, only doing what they do best, rocking out.

As they said goodnight and walked off stage, the entire stadium chanted their name “WEEZER, WEEZER, WEEZER,” begging for their return. Showing sincere appreciation for their fans, they complied and returned for a couple more jams. My longtime dream had come true. Truly a magical night of musical greatness.

Weezer, you rock.

 

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A Letter of Dedication to Charleston, SC – This is the Power of Charleston

By Mark A. Leon
By Mark A. Leon

It seems like only yesterday I came to Charleston.? A small peninsula community sheltered from the Southern heat by the cool breeze of a passing carriage and the fragrant protection of the trees hovering over the city streets.

Up above, as I lingered on the corner of Broad and Meeting the sounds of the bells of St. Michael’s chimed with the eloquence of an orchestra of angels lined on a bed of clouds.

As the years passed by snap shots in my memory of the the little things continue to linger.? Charleston became my city of hope in a time of personal rebirth. It welcomed me with open arms when I arrived with nothing more than a car, clothes and a new start.

A charming community humbled by its history, enriched by its compassion and warmed by a spirit of gentleness.

In good times there were smiles of happiness all around; in bad, cries of love,? because Charleston doesn’t know how to be defeated.? Like a band of brothers, this city finds a spirit of family, a gleam of creative renaissance and a masquerade of celebration.

From the song and dance of the festivals to the quiet moments of reflection as the sun rises over the harbor, Charleston has become the canvas of a masterpiece.? Painted with the colors of Rainbow Row and painted with the strokes of Southern Charm, each stroke is a new chapter in our continuing saga.

This is the power of Charleston.

I recall a Christmas morning, not to many years ago.? A misty rain fell from the sky and not a car or human to be found except for one biker turning off of Morris to King.? I walked down the center of one of the traditionally busiest intersections (King and Calhoun).? No cars, nor voices, nor carriages; just peace.? In the Holy City; the Southern Jewel, I was in a place of absolute tranquility.? Every thought and memory escalated a thousand times in my brain.? I could hear the sound of everything and everyone in the silence.? A balance fell upon me.? In that moment of complete vulnerability, I was absolutely safe.

That is the power of Charleston.

I fell in love with the Cooper River Bridge the first time I set foot here.? I said, “If I could marry an inanimate object, I would marry this bridge and because of this structure I am going to move here.”? One weekend is all it took.? Two days and the people, city, beaches, the architectural beauty, the history and the rich traditions said “Welcome,? our door is open to you”.

That is the power of Charleston.

One year later, I have yet to stand before the church.? I remember every moment from the time I heard the news until the next day when it processed.? I went to The Battery on that Thursday morning after the shooting at 6:00 AM.? I watched the sun slowly rise from the East, over the bridge and rest above the harbor.? As I sat on a bench at White Point Garden a charming woman sat and spoke to me while her elderly dog rested on my foot.? Later on, two joggers ran by nodding and saying good morning to me and finally three ladies offered me a pamphlet about hope.? There was no discussion of what happened that evening before.? We hadn’t quite understood or processed the magnitude.? We knew it was an event we would never forget.? Over the next few weeks, gestures of kindness spread throughout the city.? Signs of resilience and promise filled the streets.? We held out our arms and accepted all in need of support.

That is the power of Charleston.

Today, I look back at the evolution of this city.? From our origins at Charleston Towne Landing to the Legend of Joseph Riley Jr; from the first shots of the Civil War to a celebration of worldwide culture in Spoleto USA 40, Charleston is resilient.? Like its citizens, with their simple yet refined charm, it holds a special place where respect, kindness and love continues to overpower all.