Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t play golf. But my computer is convinced that I do. Having overheard a conversation a few days ago, my browser now alights with the varied paraphernalia that will improve my “game” with the click of a button. Admittedly, I’d love a driver – just not one that goes in a […]
Cheers to ‘Ol St Patrick!
Greetings from Carrboro, Herding cats is one thing. But herding snakes is an entirely different ball of wax. For one, they live in holes in the ground. Their lack of ears certainly can’t help the situation. And then there’s the, you know, fangs/poison/creepy part of the equation. Pretty daunting to say the least. It took […]
But First, Let’s Brunch!
Greetings from Carrboro, There are flying reindeer to abet the plausibility. And a conceivable backstory with Mrs. Claus in the cozy North Pole abode brewing cocoa and those invaluable elves toiling away in workshops crafting toys. And of course Santa has his merry laugh, a sleigh and, well, pants. In the pantheon of holiday lore, […]
St Patrick’s Day Feast!
Greetings from Carrboro, Clearly, they’re just words. But some people get lucky. That my first name somehow translates to “handsome birth” always left me queasy; the image that it invoked was (is?) rather unsettling. And my name certainly was not cool. Whatsoever. Years ago, I went on a few dates with a woman named Storm. […]
The Acme Wine Dinner
Greetings from Carrboro, It felt like a big deal. I was at a picturesque vineyard in the Willamette Valley and they were having quite the shindig. Something called like Pigs & Pinot; it was an annual event, a high-dollar fundraiser of sorts. The way it worked, a hog had been raised on the vineyard and […]
Looking Back at 25 Years
Greetings from Carrboro. It wasn’t pretty. We had to use a sledgehammer to get it out. The keg box had been behind the bar since day one. And it was easily 15 years old when I bought it. The plan had been for it to last – fingers crossed – six months and that by […]
Acme’s Turning 25!
Greetings from Carrboro, A good friend ran a marathon. No easy task; he wasn’t terribly athletic and spent well over a year training. On race day, family and friends made signs and cheered him on at various points along the 26.2 mile route. The final quarter mile was a straight shot to a giant “FINISH” […]
Bring on the Big Easy
Greetings from Carrboro, Fine. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Though honestly, it feels more like it’s your kid’s college fund that stays behind in Sin City. But, whatever. Now, New Orleans is a different story. Entirely. What happens in the Big Easy is more akin to a subtle infection that you can’t shake. […]
Valentine’s Shouldn’t be a Chore.
I’m an aisle guy. But, to be honest, I was a window guy for most of my life; so I completely understand making that call. And you gotta agree, right, that there really can’t be anyone who’s a middle seat guy without having a rather long list of other issues. So, that’s not really a […]
26 Days and Counting!
Greetings from Carrboro, There was a period in my life when I was terrified of quicksand. Not that suburban Charlotte was rife with these terrestrial traps. Hardly. It was much more the Saturday morning Tarzan movies and the always potent quicksand subplot that got to me. Whenever some poor soul found themselves slowly sinking into […]
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