Brian C. Keinath, independent insurance broker

10/10/2026

Fall for Greenville's second day has been called off as Hurricane Isaias brings strong winds and heavy rain to the Upstate. See link below ⬇️

📸 Ken Ruinard / USA Today Network South Carolina

10/10/2026

10/10/2026

Got mine 2.5 weeks ago, good to go for this year!

Flu activity is picking up early, doctors say. Here's when experts say to roll up your sleeve ⬇️

08/26/2026

Robinette's Apple Haus & Winery in Grand Rapids, Michigan recently announced their 2026 corn maze would celebrate beloved country music icon and childhood literacy activist, Dolly Parton.

Tragically, Dolly Parton passed away at age 80 on August 25, 2026.

Fans may find visiting the corn maze a unique way to honor her legacy. A portion of each ticket sale will support Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library of West Michigan, Early Bird Books.

➡ www.awesomemitten.com/robinettes-apple-haus-winery-grand-rapids/

08/25/2026

The goodness in this world has been reduced by way more than just one human being today.

God bless you and rest in eternal well-deserved peace miss Dolly.

I just loved you so Dolly. We lost a bright light today. 😭

08/25/2026

08/24/2026

You didn’t need Dad to yell. You just needed to hear that one tiny change in his voice.

Every kid knew it.

The first time Dad called your name, you might keep doing whatever you were doing.

The second time had a little more weight behind it.

But then came the voice.

Suddenly, whatever you were doing became the least important thing in the world.

You could be halfway upstairs, buried in a bedroom, playing outside, or pretending you somehow hadn't heard him the first two times. The second that tone changed, your entire nervous system received the message.

Dad wasn't asking anymore.

And somehow, we became Olympic-level listeners.

There were no thirteen reminders.

No lengthy negotiations.

No countdown from five that mysteriously restarted three times.

You heard your full name come out with a slightly different tone and immediately started calculating how much trouble you were already in.

And the walk toward Dad was always the longest walk of your life.

You'd replay the entire day in your head trying to figure out what he knew.

Was it the broken lamp?

The thing with your brother?

Did somebody call?

Did Mom tell him?

Sometimes you got there and he just wanted you to take the trash out.

That might have been the greatest relief a kid could experience.

Funny how a father's voice could communicate an entire paragraph without changing more than a few syllables.

Kids from that era didn't need a parenting book to explain what the tone meant.

We were fluent.