BT Column 6/18: On Crime, Law and Order in the 29910

Here’s the link to the column that ran June 18, 2014 in Bluffton Today.

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Unfortunately, crime is too random to be defined by a trend

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Tim Wood

If there’s one thing I know after 25 years in the journalism business, it’s how to spot a trend.

Editors are always looking for that trend story, and it only takes something to happen twice before we call it a trend, according to some of my less judicious editors through the years.

I remember one paper I worked at in upstate New York during the first big bird flu outbreak in the early 2000s. There were two reports put in to police of people on the same street sneezing and coughing out of control.

Immediately, my editor wanted to do a story on bird flu infecting the city. Could it be happening here? A couple calls later, we found out the neighbors were both on allergy shots and having a real bad time with pollen.

So where am I going with this? A number of readers have written me since I started writing the column again saying, “Boy, things have changed since you were writing regularly. This town is so crime ridden, it’s out of control.”

One wanted me to write a column on how this just isn’t a safe place to live anymore.

So let’s take a look at the facts.

We have had some awful things happening as of late. The Preston Oates trial is making headlines right now, a death resulting from a Christmas Eve argument between neighbors.

We’re mourning the loss of Polly Ann Mitchell, a beloved community pillar in a vicious attack, in May. The senselessness of it all inspires rage. We want answers where there are none.

A Beaufort youngster committed suicide due to bullying. Sun City residents are being scammed out of their life earnings by phone con men.

So I understand the need to label this madness. It’s much easier when we can call it a “crime wave,” the police amp up efforts and then the wave is over and everything is back to normal.

There are things we can do for sure. It’s good to see a task force being formed to fight bullying efforts.

But the vast majority of what we’re seeing around here lately doesn’t add up to a trend, in my humble opinion. I’m not a police officer, I’m simply just zooming out a bit and comparing the decade I’ve been in the Lowcountry.

My wife and I discuss it often. Is this still the place we fell in love with? Do we feel any less safe than we did when we moved here?

We don’t want the real world to penetrate our oasis, but we can’t stop the randomness of human nature.

Does that mean we shrug our shoulders and just put up with it? Of course not. When our neighborhood watch saw too many cars coming and going from a renter’s house up the street, they called in the police.

The place was staked out for a couple days and the police arrested the renters for running a drug house.

It’s alarming to know that on the walk between our house and the elementary school, there were drugs being sold. But it’s equally refreshing that folks cared enough to take action.

Red Cedar went on lockdown this spring when a crime suspect carrying a gun was thought to be on the loose in the nearby neighborhood.

Sitting in the parking lot, waiting to either see my son come out or for shots to start being fired, it’s scary stuff.

In that moment, this feels like the most crime-ridden place in the country. How in the heck could we live here? Put the house on the market tomorrow.

I’m not going to get on my high horse and tell folks to calm down. It’s alarming to see this level of crime and fear hit us so close to home.

All I can say is it’s important to get out of the fishbowl from time to time. I’m fortunate to get to travel around the country and to other countries in my job.

It’s like watching an episode of “Jerry Springer.” I’m scared for humanity but glad that’s not my wife having a baby with my best friend.

When I drive or fly back into the Lowcountry, I realize that no matter how bad these incidents feel, they are isolated.

September 11. Newtown. They’ve changed us for good. There’s a lot more locks on doors than ever before, but that doesn’t mean we become fear-ridden hermits.

Be vigilant without being vigilantes. The bigger picture is that while we can’t always hold back the madness of a few, this is still the same place we all fell in love with.

Tim Wood is a writer living in Bluffton. Email him with comments or story ideas at timmaywood@gmail.com.

Hilton Head Monthly: Ron Knight, Cycling Legend

Here’s a story that appeared in June 2014 edition of Hilton Head Monthly.

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Knight Rider

Cycling a true passion for island resident

By Tim Wood

Ron Knight has always worked better with a goal in front of him. It just took him 47 years to figure out that he’d rather accomplish those goals on a bike.

Thirty years and 35,000 bike miles later, the founder of the Kickin’ Asphalt Bicycle Club is still pedaling and still tackling goals riders a half century younger wouldn’t dare take on.

He tackled the 104-mile Assault on Mount Mitchell and Marion on May 19, trying to become the oldest rider to even finish the grueling trek.

“I did this once when I was 71 and I asked around and found out that the oldest person that had ever done it was 78,” Knight said. “I told them, ‘OK, I’ll see you in seven years.’ And here I am.”

The Assault starts in Spartanburg and is a bearable 76-mile ride to Marion. That’s when the real fun begins. Riders traverse rolling hills then start a steep ascent for 28 miles to the top of Mount Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi River.

“It’s about 6,700-feet elevation, but when you factor in the downhill portions of the climb, it’s about 10,000 feet of climbing,” said Knight.

Numbers on the page don’t do justice to just how grueling the Assault can be, the toll it can take on the body. So why does Knight feel so compelled to put his septuagenarian body through this?

“I guess because I’m crazy,” he said with a laugh. “You know, I’m not a fanatical bike guy, I just love staying active. I think it will enable me to live longer, but I know for sure it makes me feel more alive while I’m living.”

This passion was acquired, not genetic. Knight was a salesman for IBM in Ohio and raised four kids before the bug bit him.

“One of my customers had just done the Iron Man in Hawaii,” Knight said. “I was really intrigued by his excitement. He talked me into challenging myself, got me to try it and I absolutely loved it.”

The next year he tackled a marathon, a feat he calls one of the three toughest things he’s done in his life.

That led to Knight taking part in international distance triathlons (1-mile swim, 25-mile bike, 10K-run). He’s completed 80 overall, none more satisfying than one he did with family.

“My grandson Gabe and I tackled a triathlon in Chicago. I was 70, he was 12 or 13,” he said. “It was one of the greatest moments of my life, getting to share that with him.”

He’s done plenty of endurance treks that have prepped him for the Assault. Right before moving to Hilton Head 13 years ago, Knight did an LA-to-Boston ride with his former wife.

“What an unbelievable way to see the country. The red mountains in New Mexico and Arizona, riding in the rain … what a trip,” he said. “I dipped my rear wheel in the Pacific Ocean in Manhattan Beach to start. We rode for seven weeks with five total days off. We averaged 83 miles a day. Then I got to dip my front wheel in the Atlantic at Revere Beach outside Boston. My ass felt like hamburger when we got there, but boy was it worth it.”

When he first got here, there was no bike club on the island, so Knight rode with the Coastal Bicycle Touring Club in Savannah at first. He quickly got tired of the back-and-forth to Georgia and quickly found a group wanting to start a group here.

Thus, the Kickin’ Asphalt Bicycle Club was born in 2007. “You know, I tried to pick up golf and do as the Romans do, but it just wasn’t for me,” he said. “So I started looking for other nuts like me and pretty soon, we had 40 people.”

The club started with monthly Lowcountry rides, quickly evolved into weekly rides and stands at 188 members today. Knight and his crew have tried hard to establish rides for all classes of riders, from the most expert to the beginners – or as Knight lovingly calls them, “the Draggin’ Asphalters.”

“We’re a very social club, we don’t do advocacy. Frank Babel and his crew have done a marvelous job with that and we play well off each other,” he said. “We do unique rides all over the Southeast. We have a summer picnic and a holiday party, so outside of the riding, it’s a great place to make friends.”

It’s where he met his triathlon mates, Bob Bredin and Brian Cossachi. Together, they make up Team Viva Viagra.

They do the Beach Bum Triathlon together each year and tackled the Assault together seven years ago.

“They’re my bucket list crew. We meet every Monday for lunch to solve the world’s problems and dream up the next trip. We went tubing in the North Carolina mountains. And we did the Warrior Dash near Charlotte together,” he said. “It’s a 5K full of obstacles, a 12-foot rope wall, running over fire and sloshing through mudpits. That was fun but tough at age 75.”

Knight is on his own this time in the Assault. He finished it in 11 hours and 33 minutes last time but has had two left hip replacements since then. He must complete it in 12 hours to qualify as an official finisher.

He spent extra time training in the mountains this time and even bought a new Trek Domane bike for the journey, retiring his 16-year-old bike.

“I strongly believe I can do it, but I’ve already met my goals here,” he said. “The oldest to finish thing, that’s just a badge. I’ve lost 15 pounds and really challenged myself, so whether I hit the 12 hours or not, I’ve gained a lot.”

And this is far from the finish line. Knight already has a hike planned for June with Team Viva Viagra.

Then the club will tackle a weeklong ride in Germany along the Moselle River in the fall – a follow-up to a weeklong Austria ride along the Danube two years ago.

Knight knows there’s plenty of people that might call him obsessed with riding. He prefers to see it as a means to adventure. He has plenty else in his life – he just finished renovating his kitchen and he’s prepping for another fall of Ohio State football at Mangiamo’s with the Buckeyes Alumni Club.

“I love life and I love to live it to the fullest. I feel great and I want to get every ounce out of this life,” he said. “Hey, I can be a couch potato. And I know the obsessed ones. For me, this is a passion. I love home improvement, the Buckeyes and chasing women. This is just the thing that gets my juices flowing the most.”

BT Column 6/11: To Stop the Clock or Not, A Fathers Day Dilemma

This column first ran in the June 11 edition of Bluffton Today.

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To stop the clock or not: A Father’s Day dilemma

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Tim Wood

My wishes for Father’s Day have been simple for many years.

I simply want my sons to stop growing. I don’t believe I’m asking too much. I only have two of these young beings and I merely want them to stay young until I die.

So this past week was very disturbing and viciously interrupted my grand plan.

Both my sons took part in a “moving up” graduation ceremony at their schools. My 11-year-old T.J. graduated from fifth grade at Red Cedar Elementary School, while my 5-year-old Jake graduated from preschool at Amazing Creations.

To be fair, there was much reason to celebrate and my wife and I couldn’t have been prouder of our boys. But I know I wasn’t alone as I looked around the rooms full of flashing cameras and teary eyes.

Beyond the tears, the emotion was clear.

“How the hell did this happen? Where did that time go?”

First was Amazing Creations, a place our kids have called home since we moved to the Lowcountry nearly a decade ago.

Center owner Cathy Ferguson struggled to get through her opening remarks before the tears interrupted. It was one of many moments during the ceremony where it was apparent just how much the caretakers truly cared for our kids.

Then the graduation march began. That’s when the memories truly started flowing.

He couldn’t march when we first started going in the building.

At first when he walked, he didn’t let my hand go as we got closer to preschool, and once inside, he didn’t want me to go. And it wasn’t long until he didn’t want to hold my hand going in the door. Come on, Dad, don’t embarrass me in front of my friends.

He still wanted his hugs goodbye, we just had to find a moment and place where no one could see it.

The arts and crafts pictures evolved from blobs to colored-inside-the-lines masterpieces. The lines on the wall kept creeping upward — the growth during his last year in Ms. Danele’s Hummingbirds class alone was insane.

The toddler innocence was gone. He has a neck and a personality and a confidence all his own.

There’s still a little boy there — he still loves his tubbies, plays in sandboxes and howls like a coyote for no reason.

But I’m losing the battle with time.

He’s pushing boundaries, roaming as much of the neighborhood as he can get away with.

He’s testing our patience and ends up in timeout multiple times a day.

And he’s fighting back against his oldest brother, with enough brawn now to hold his own wresting with big bro, even giving up 60 pounds and six and a half years.

Four days later, T.J. took his place in the graduation line at Red Cedar.

No caps and gowns this time, just a steady flow of awards and congratulations to go with a palpable vibe of trepidation in the room.

These fifth-graders know they’re going from the big kahuna on campus to a gigantic new building where they’re the toddlers again.

They’ve seen “Diary of a Wimpy Kid,” they’re weary of the adventures ahead.

My wife and I have watched our first-born excel thanks to a tireless staff of teachers pushing him every step of the way.

He has gone from crayons and Play-Doh to gifted and talented in a blink. While it’s still shocking to see hair growing on his upper lip, we’ve watched our son be much more mature than any youngster should ever have to be.

He has fought respiratory issues since birth, leading to horrific allergies, extreme asthma and constant bouts with bronchitis and pneumonia.

Fifth grade was by far the worst of it. It was the worst pain we’ve ever faced as parents, to see him so sick and not be able to solve it beyond hearing “he’ll grow out of it.”

Despite missing more than a month of school, including one last bout of bronchitis right before graduation, he still finished with high honors.

Yes, I’m bragging. I watched my son get his goodbye hugs from his teachers and I’ve never felt such pride.

Knowing how hard he fought, seeing his growth in never giving up, it was hard not to well up in that moment. I thought of my mom and how she instilled that same resolve in me and I knew she was smiling and crying right along with us from Heaven.

As we sat playing chess against each other last weekend, I couldn’t help but think of the first games of “Chutes and Ladders” and “Candy Land.”

The emotions are in conflict with each other almost daily. His life is like a leveling game app he loves so much. Each day, he unlocks a new level of grown-up activities he can tackle. It’s exciting to witness him evolving into my sidekick.

And as my boys evolve, my wishes are evolving. I realize now that wish was less about wanting to halt the clock and more about my fear of a gray mane and ear hair.

Seeing Jake taking on soccer, T.J. taking on middle school, I don’t want to stop time.

It’s more selfish on my part. I thought I’d have six kids and constantly be in the middle of this moving-up cycle. Fate had other plans for us, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I don’t want to stop time anymore. Watching them grow and evolve has been a daily gift.

I’ll probably have a different take when T.J. beats me in chess and Jake takes me down in basketball. For now though, I’ll stick with “gift.”

Happy Father’s Day.

Tim Wood is a writer living in Bluffton. Email him with comments or story ideas at timmaywood@gmail.com

BT Column 6/4: Knowing the Answer Only Part of Trivia Fun

Here’s a link to my June 4 column that ran in Bluffton Today.

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Knowing the answer is only part of trivia’s fun

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Tim Wood

I’ve immersed myself in a new subculture over the past few months.

It is one that I really never knew existed. I’ve always been good at “Jeopardy” thanks to head-to-head contests with my dad for most of my teens.

And since I’ve been of drinking age, I have taken great joys in finding unique watering holes with good spirits and grub.

Yet, combine those two passions and you’ve created a fascinating new species.

And I don’t say that in a negative way. Bar trivia nights are among the most fun I have on a regular basis.

What survivor of the RMS Titanic disaster became known after her death as “Unsinkable”?

If you knew that was Molly Brown, you’re off to a good start.

But it’s as much about the people watching as it about answering the questions.

First, you have the couples that are just out for a date night. And that’s a beautiful thing. I’m envious when I see them and often ask for the number of their babysitter.

Competitive juices eventually take over, though. Relationship dynamics are immediately on display.

They both know the answer and both insist they’re right. Who backs off? And when they’re wrong, how do they take the “I told you so”?

Just in my short time on the local circuit, I can say without hesitation that trivia night is a great test for both the newbie and long-time relationship.

If you can survive the mental Jenga that takes place over that two hours, I think you can survive any level of fighting or hardship. (I’m only half kidding there.)

What annual television special was introduced in 2005 on Animal Planet as counter-programming to the Super Bowl?

If you answered The Puppy Bowl, you’re a pop-culture asset to The Conglomerates.

These are the friends who form supergroups. They have History Guy, Sports Girl, Music Buff and the all-important Mr. Potpourri, the guy who knows a little bit of everything but isn’t a master in any one part of the trivia universe.

There’s always a Magneto in the pack, the evil genius who compiled the supergroup. And if you know who Magneto is, you’re likely a Nerd Herd asset, the player who knows all about comic books, video games and Silicon Valley tech startups.

The best part of the supergroups is watching every feuding clique from our high school years work as one. The jocks, geeks, cheerleaders and bookworms all coexist in a finely tuned symphony of knowledge.

It always brings me back to the finale of “Rocky IV” when Rocky has taken down Drago.

The Gorbachev look-alike appears as if he’s about to launch a nuclear warhead until Rock grabs the microphone and says, “If I can change, you can change!”

I literally leave the bar some nights with a renewed hope for humanity.

All this, and we’re usually only playing for bar credits or a free pizza. It’s about so much more than the prize. It’s about the camaraderie and the journey that takes place over those two hours.

More recently, I’ve gone from group player to host of these trivia nights. It began in Savannah, where I was asked to host a Thursday night game at Uncle Maddio’s Pizza.

I watched local legends like Trivia Lance master the art of trivia MC’ing and I was intrigued. Yes, I had radio experience, but I soon learned this was much harder than reading questions and knowing how to handle a mic.

First, there’s the music between questions. You have to have the perfect mix of current songs and legends, pop and rock, adult and kids.

Music is the great equalizer. It can create and keep the right mood even for the group that is missing a lot of questions. If they’re feeling the vibe, it’s still a good time.

Then there is knowing how to read the room. Is there a mix of all supergroup players in the crowd? Are they more of a classic rock loving group? Do they like a fast-paced game or some wisecracks in between every question?

The good trivia master always comes ready for any contingency, equipped with extra music mixes, one-liners and a full supply of substitute questions to make any room happy.

I’ve probably already said too much. I don’t want to be the Masked Magician giving away all the trade secrets. Lord knows, I’m far from a master MC. But I haven’t gotten the boot from a gig yet, either.

The next test will be moving my talents from Savannah to Old Town. I start as host of Wednesday night trivia at Captain Woody’s tonight. Then, we begin a regular Monday night game at Moon Mi Pizza next door on June 9.

Do you know which Hall of Fame quarterback’s son was arrested on assault charges last weekend?

You may be the greatest asset of all, the hybrid. You know sports and current events.

You, my friend, are too valuable to be sitting home tonight. Get yourself to the Promenade over the next week, have some fun and put your talents on display for the crowd.

After all, I’m probably making too much of this sociology study stuff. Above all, trivia nights are an escape from the mundane work week.

Winning is just a nice fringe benefit.

Tim Wood is a writer living in Bluffton. Email him with comments or story ideas at timmaywood@gmail.com. And “like” Timmy Time Trivia on Facebook, where you can get a free answer for each show, like tonight’s freebie, John Elway.