Dan Huntley

David Mathein said it's a sure bet on any given Sunday at his T bones on the Lake restaurant and bar: A group will sit down to order a meal and, when they learn they can't order an alcoholic drink, get up and leave.

Guitarist Johnny King played his first riffs on a homemade cat-gut-and-fishing-wire guitar more than a half-century ago in his hometown of Rock Hill before heading to New York City as a professional musician.

Travis Glasper was in the backseat of a Mazda on I-77 when he saw death coming across the center lane.

Buster Deal was a motorcycle-riding, honky-tonkin' cowboy who loved to drink a cold one while tossing horseshoes in the dirt-pits behind his Buster & Eddie's bar near McConnells.

Just outside Fort Mill off Steele Street in the woods by Steele Creek lies a historical treasure.

Bob Roy is on the hunt for scrap metal, and this morning he is hip-deep in weeds making his way to a decrepit warehouse off Dave Lyle Boulevard. The building is scheduled to be demolished, and the owner has given Roy permission to scavenge anything he finds.

Andy Sabisch and Cory Devereau are the human vacuum cleaners of Lake Wylie. They pick up just about everything they find on the muddy river bottom.

In the late 1800s, when many of the storefronts were built along York's historic North Congress Street, merchants lived on the second floor above their shops.

Two diehard baseball fans have taken “America's Pastime” to the graveyard.

It was cool and cloudy as we pushed our canoe into the Catawba River last Monday morning.