Greetings from Carrboro, It’s obviously a conundrum. In their latest valiant foray to buy me a gift, my so-close-to-adulthood children bought me a keychain with an anthropomorphised mushroom that lights up. He’s quite emoji-cute. But I must say that having a plastic fungus unknowingly pulsing light in your pants’ pocket is not a great look […]
The Return of Salt & Smoke
Greetings from Carrboro, I get it naturally. Or, rather, the lack of it I get naturally. Basically, advance planning is not my thing. Try as I might, I have no interest in being thoughtfully organized about most anything happening six months from now. I’m just not that guy. Today, if someone earnestly were to ask […]
The True Stars of Spring have Arrived
Greetings from Carrboro, I always got the hump. As I was clearly the youngest of 3 kids, there was no use in arguing who sat in the middle. Speeding south on 95 in my mom’s Buick, we’d all play the alphabet game or we’d read; anything to pass the time. My father drove and my […]
Cinco de Mayo, Acme Style
Greetings from Carrboro, They came in a can. I swear to god. Though I have no memory of how many were in each Old El Paso tin, I do happily remember the sheer 4th grade glee over the pleasures that any appearance of that yellow can foretold. The holy taco night. Our electric can opener never did […]
To Our Ongoing Love Affair With Wine
Greetings from Carrboro, I have to be honest. The first time that I honestly enjoyed a glass of wine, I was sitting on top of Cliff’s Meat Market. It had to have been at least 1am and I was sitting on a cheap outdoor folding chair taking notes. There was a rowdy contingent shooting off […]
Divine Dishes and a Side of Hyperbole
Greetings from Carrboro, There are superlatives. And then there are superlatives. Restaurant parlance is littered with its fair share of them. For cocktails and appetizers, wine and dessert – the whole shebang. I’ve been sold “mythical” tuna and “ethereal” champagne. Sometimes the conjured reverie feels completely authentic – the server really does swoon over the carpaccio. […]
Warm Breezes and Strawberry Margaritas
Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t know why I still have it. It’ll jump out at me, from time to time, when I’m searching through my closet in hopes of finding an ironed shirt. There’s no honest reason for it to be there except my ridiculous rationalization that it will come in handy. Someday. Because, let’s […]
April: Upcoming Events
Greetings from Carrboro, For better or worse, I often get ahead of myself. Sometimes, way ahead. And I must say, it appears to be genetic. As a child, my oldest daughter was openly distraught on the first day of a vacation by the thought that the trip was almost over – and we hadn’t even unpacked. I’ll […]
April at Acme
Greetings from Carrboro, I doubt Eliot meant to throw so much shade. At least not on the entire month, every year, in perpetuity. Right? I know that the whole vibe of the poem would sorta change if he had softened the edges to read – “Personally – this year – I’m feeling that April is […]
The Easter Takeout Feast
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 […]
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