Greetings from Carrboro, I get a lot of junk emails. And like the rest of you, I delete 99% of them. But the travel ones always get me. It takes an act of extreme will for me to delete anything promising some sweet deal comprised of sunshine and palm trees and endless sunsets. Especially in […]
Snow, shmow. We’re open!
Greetings from Snowboro, #1) It’s not snowing in the kitchen. #2) There are boxes of delicious oysters in the walk-in refrigerator waiting to be shucked. And from what I can tell, #3) the bourbon has yet to go bad. From my perspective, Acme is snowmageddon-proof. So, there’s that. Then there’s the fact that going out […]
Calling all heroes!
Greetings from Carrboro, I’ve done the math. And I can say with a large degree of algorithmic certainty, that somewhere between 4:21pm and 5:19pm today the wheels will come off that New Year’s resolution bus. Lug nuts and all. This is a friendly reminder to hold on tight. It’s usually not quite such an unmitigated disaster. Just know- […]
Hell yes we’re open!
Greetings from Carrboro, Southerners don’t have snow shovels. Or, god forbid, snow blowers (whatever they are). And a hefty chunk of us don’t have one of those ice scraper-things that supposedly sit under the front seat of the car. But what we do have is a collective, creative response to cold and snow that can […]
We’re adding a fourth wheel
Greetings from Carrboro, Generally, I don’t like prophetic gimmicks. You know, the whole fortune cookie thing. But there’s definitely a blurry line for me between a superstition and a tradition. On one hand, I like looking for four-leaf clovers – that feels like a spring tradition. But I’m decidedly less inclined to concern myself that […]
My dad got it
Greetings from Carrboro, My father wrapped presents alone – bedroom door shut. Though from the den it sounded to the rest of us as if he were wrestling a herd of angry walruses over a bucket of herring. Or maybe sea lions. Bursts of paternal profanity and what only can be described as passive-aggressive grunts […]
I know I’m not alone
Greetings from Carrboro, The older I get, the pickier I get. I like certain socks. Certain wine. I can’t help it. And that sugar-fueled Christmas smile of yore that conveyed unvarnished gratitude for pretty much anything has become, shall we say, rather varnished. Gifts don’t have the same generic allure. The R2-D2 footed pajamas with the perma-wedgie that I […]
Champagne Dinner 12/20 + Christmas Eve
Greetings from Carrboro, I have a decidedly cavalier attitude towards time. It’s a heady mixture of denial, hubris, and fear that would make Don Quixote proud. So not surprisingly, here I am, lance lowered, charging at Christmas. Again. This has been an annual joust for quite a while. Hell, I should probably start selling tickets. […]
Brunswick Stew Feast 12/6
Greetings from Carrboro, At some point we moved out into the county. I was 12 or 13. And the line between rural and suburban was fairly clear. The gas station sold bait and loosely wrapped sausage biscuits. And a large, sun-faded poster of Dolly Parton was taped to the wood-paneled wall behind the cash […]
Think: less suffering and more sauce
Greetings from Carrboro, Black Friday and Cyber Monday meet Righteous Rib-licious Wednesday. Think: less suffering and more sauce. No camping in parking lots. No promo code searching. And no freaking elves. Just a great meal. You see, at Acme, we completely understand that dinner is way better than shopping. And that you deserve a break. Anyway, it’s still November. There’s […]
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