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Greetings from Carrboro,  The Schnoz loved it. Well, the Schnoz and his wife loved it. And the rest is history. It’s one of those stories that proves the adage that you earn your luck.   World War 2 had just ended. And radio is king. Among the pantheon of the airwave gods is Jimmy Durante – the ultimate […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  A father of a friend of mine is a small town minister in eastern NC. He also happens to be a really good mechanic. And in the spirit of “good works” he helps the members of his church when a tractor breaks down or a well pump dies. There’s no AAA for […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  I just hope that I fit in. Because my tan game is sincerely lacking. And I’m sure that I wear the all-too-wrong shoes. God, I sorta feel like a teenager about to start at a shiny-new school. And I’m like 50. But Hollywood, as you know, is not famous for being kind. […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  Summertime wine often gets the short end of the stick. They’re sort of the air-headed blond jokes of the oenological world – the insipid sips that chose to take off for the beach and work on their tan rather than diligently attending a prestigious wine school summer enrichment program. I’m sure that you […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  They emailed to see if it was cool. And I completely understood. Because everybody knows that overtly piggybacking on someone else’s success creates bad juju. That’s business 101. But synergy is synergy. So, I acquiesced. Sunday night would be fine. And we even took it a step further and decided to cross-promote with them. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I always forget how damn delicious they are. It must be some kind of prehistoric survival mind trick. Fall’s slow descent into mediocrity as a masterful sleight of hand, the sensuous memory enough to keep us mesmerized until they are, alas, no more. But here we are in the juicy heart of […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  To this day, my oldest daughter calls me “Daddio.” Like me, the girl relishes nicknames. (College sophomore that she is, I still call her “Goose.”) When we lived out in the wilds of Orange County, a young boy came over for a play date. The kids were 5. Maybe 6. It was […]

Greetings from Carrboro,  Some wines are just made for summer. And when I say summer, I’m not talking about some strict calendar-centric time of year. If you’re from the south, summer is a generic word for when it’s really warm outside in the same familiar way that Coke is a catch-all for any type of […]