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During last night's Town Council meeting, Bill Ferguson commented that he saw "Iron Man" out at Sea Turtle because he was a fan of the comic books. In addition to being impressed by the theater (and comparably unimpressed by the equivalents on Hilton Head, as Jim Faber wrote about today) he thoroughly enjoyed the movie. And who didn't?
"Everyone just seemed to have a real great time," he said.

Then I talked to town manager Steve Riley, who revealed he actually enjoyed the new Indiana Jones movie.

South Carolina Congressman Jumpin' Joe Wilson has finally cracked the big time. Wilson appeared on the celebrity gossip site TMZ.com (not that I, um, ever read such things) today alongside stories about Charlie Sheen's sperm and the super delegate count on American Idol. Apparently congress (remember them?) had an ice cream social yesterday to benefit some Ben & Jerry's sponsored cause, presumably the Widespread Panic Visine Repository Fund (turns out the cause is the One campaign to end poverty).

We always tell everyone there's a strict wall between the editorial and advertising departments at the newspaper that ensures we make news decisions independent of any business concerns. It was always a figurative wall of course, until today, that is.

Hilton Head is like Charlotte's toilet bowl, I was told last night, sitting at the bar with two friends who once lived in the NASCAR and banking capital of North Carolina. They informed me of this as two other former Charlotonians (or Charlatans?) they knew from the old neighborhood walked in and took a seat at the opposite end of the bar, which, according to the denim power suit and going-to-see-Jovi-at-Giants-Stadium haircut the woman had, apparently is the one spot on earth where 1986 still exists.

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You are familiar, of course, with Crocs the footwear, not to be confused with crocs the toothy creature — a mistake that has led to a tragic wave of footless-children in the Australian outback.

Crocs are about as ubiquitous as oxygen these days, and even if you belong to the Facebook group "I Dont care How Comfortable Crocs Are, You Look Like A Dumbass," (not that I'm saying I know anyone who is) you have to admit they've grabbed a bizarre place in the realm of American fashion.

Meet Chris and son Harry Dann of Buffalo, NY, two men not afraid to show off some leg on the golf course. I spotted the two of them in front of the Clubhouse earlier this morning. Chris explained he was married on top of the Harbour Town Yacht Club five years ago, and proudly wore the kilt at the wedding. Since then, the garb has become a traditional element to his fashion.

Regardless of your actual importance in the world, you feel like a VIP when someone in a golf cart pulls up to your car as soon as you step out and offers you a ride. This happened to me this morning due solely to the fact that the media parking lot was full by time I finally made my way down to Harbour Town, so they redirected me to park in the lot that's closest to the marina. My new friend Derek on his golf cart offered me a ride to the clubhouse. When I said he must have mistaken me for someone who matters — I'm just going to the media tent, he told me to hop in anyway.

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I know virtually very little about other golf courses across the country, (except the course management really, really hates it if you try to run across the Paint Branch Course in College Park, Md., and will often inform you of this by aiming a speeding golf cart at your shins), but I assume playing Harbour Town on even a slightly windy day probably ranks somewhere in the triple-black-diamond, Mavericks-during-a-winter-storm, Lil-Mac-taking-on-Mike Tyson, shooting-a-torpedo-in-a-two-meter thermal-exhaust-port difficulty range.