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Greetings from Carrboro, There are rabbit holes. And then there are rabbit holes. The former leans towards getting sucked into a video vortex at work watching someone jump off of a cliff in a wingsuit. The latter is where you find yourself actually jumping off those same cliffs in that aforementioned wingsuit. One questions your priorities while the other, your […]

Greetings from Carrboro, You can’t have a gravy soirée. OK, let’s just say that you really shouldn’t. Because bowls of gravy don’t elicit any profound, fun-tastic party vibe. Right? Maybe I’m wrong. But I have the distinct feeling that any such festivities would seduce a slice of humanity we don’t necessarily want to encourage cavorting en […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I tend to stay off of bandwagons. At least I like to think that I do. In modern lingo, I’d say that I’m more or less what you’d call bandwagon adjacent. And that probably translates to me having some clear-eyed rationalization that allows me to side step any notion of any desire to […]

Greetings from Carrboro, We made fun of them. As far as we were concerned, those poor souls did not measure up. Even on tip-toes. It was the restaurant equivalent to those cartoon-esque cutouts at an amusement park that declared to potential riders that “you must be this tall to ride this ride.” And we were […]

Greetings from Carrboro, We can’t have been the only ones. The pool fascination had run its course and there was an abundance of denial surrounding the required summer reading list, the books ominously stacked on my bedside table. So the mall became our haven to avoid any hint that summer was at an end. Galaga, […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I am unwilling to take responsibility for this. When I said that we were bringing the beach to town this weekend, I wanted to imply that we were bringing the beach vibe. You know, the deliciousness. Dumping half of the Atlantic Ocean on top of Carrboro was never in the plan. We’ve checked and clearly Debby […]

I’m not sure of the right word. The one that most readily comes to mind is “revamped.” But that seems to imply that at some point I “vamped” (of which I have no clear memory) and that I am presently – somehow – “vamping” again. It’s all very confusing. Maybe it’s akin to sleepwalking where […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It took a day. Really, it took a night. Mom handed out popsicles before we went to bed and then instructed us to “be still.” This was the extent of her sage advice for how to persevere that first night at the beach. I lay on top of the covers and listened to […]

She wrote a rather nasty note the next day. It was her contention that the restaurant had let her down. She’d brought special, out-of-town guests for dinner and we didn’t have Chilean Sea Bass on the menu. As if we’d ever had Chilean Sea Bass on the menu. The server was dumbfounded as the woman […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It was right off the highway. And for whatever reason, we only ever bought what I assumed must have been their raison d’etre, banana milkshakes. The Darie Dream building was small with simple, cement block construction. Under a yellow awning, a sliding glass window served as both where orders were placed and […]