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March 4th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, I was born into it. So, don’t blame me. My father was the radio announcer for Carolina basketball and football in the 1960s. Needless to say, our entire family were rabid fans. And if you were wondering, yes, we hated Billy Packer. Basketball mania was so bad in our […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I was arms-crossed confident arguing with my best friend. The ramshackle restaurants that dotted the road near Douglas Airport did not have roofs. Period. His father told him that I was wrong. I fully admitted that because of the possibility of rain (or cold or heat), the why didn’t completely make sense. But in my corner, […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I had Boy Scouts every Tuesday night. 7:30 – 9:00. We learned how to tie knots and bandage burns and then skinned our knees playing ultimate frisbee in the brightly lit parking lot of St. Vincent’s Church where our meetings were held. And, tragically, that meant we missed Happy Days. Skipping Laverne & Shirley was […]

February 10th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, It’s remarkable. The newest airpods can translate several major languages directly to English in real time, right in your ear. No more phrase books or suffering through the terribly awkward realization that occurs 15 minutes after you randomly ordered the tête de veau for lunch in Lyon. But just like the Navajo […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Any event where feather boas are encouraged deserves our attention. Because you just don’t wear them to any old gathering. And it’s not some line in the sand that changes month to month. There is never a time where it’s fashionable to festoon yourself with a jewel-toned boa at some nephew’s baptism […]

Greetings from Carrboro, They’re sneaky bastards, these snowpocalypses. Who knew they could change so fast? Last weekend was like going to the movies to see a film with The Rock and when you sat down in the theater, it turned out to be a rock musical rendition of Wuthering Heights. In period costumery. Not to […]

Yes, yes, I know. We clutch our pearls and manically buy bread and milk at the first mention of icy precipitation; it’s a southern thing. We also don’t shovel our walkways or own snow blowers or have any idea how to cross-country ski. We just ain’t snow bunnies. Period. Primarily because when it does actually […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It took a fire extinguisher. A friend’s grandmother turned 90-something and the family made a big to-do. Someone had the festive idea to put 90 candles in the giant cake as a kind-of grand finale. I have no idea how they lit that many, but they did. Or, exactly, how they imagined […]

Greetings from Carrboro, You’d think I was Timothy Chalamet. The emails just gush with praise. Day after day there are numerous entreaties to have lunch or coffee. And each ooze with such a keen awareness of the obvious fact that successful entrepreneurs like me are super, super busy. This barrage of AI affection has definitely reached a […]