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Greetings from Carrboro, My third grade class wrote letters, sealed each one in separate envelopes, and handed them reverently to Ms. Steele. Somehow our class was chosen to pen missives written to our future flying-car-driving selves to be sequestered in a time capsule side by side with a Pet Rock, Stretch Armstrong, and an Elton […]

Greetings from Carrboro, As a trifecta of hopes for the coming new year, health, wealth, and luck certainly do cover all the bases. But as my father would say, “hope and a quarter will get you a cup of coffee.” (Somehow my saying “hope and $4.87 will get you a latte” doesn’t quite have the […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Tick, tock. And I’m not referring to the video entertainment app you secretly watch when no one is looking. Rather, it’s time. Or, more precisely, the ever shrinking window of time between now and whenever you wholeheartedly submit to stepping off the holiday treadmill and enjoying the season. The sooner, the better […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Every hero needs a sidekick. No question. We all know that Batman would be toast without the Boy Wonder. Frodo certainly doesn’t get to Mount Doom if Samwise stays in the Shire. And Leia without R2-D2 would be a princess of a decidedly more tragic tale. It’s the nature of the beast. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I went with Dolly. In the end, how could I resist an advent calendar that features the Queen of Nashville as a beatified Mrs. Claus? And I assumed that Dolly Parton would never sanction crappy sweets. Though I must say, somehow I did miss the cultural shift when the repertoire of advent […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Fond memories, like the proverbial sleeping dog, should be left happily alone. Back there somewhere in a nostalgic, hazy glow where they can be safely enjoyed from a distance. The risk in revisitation is the possibility of a rather large, irreparable crack in your rose-colored glasses. Most of my forays into this […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I must have been twelve or thirteen; it’s hard to say exactly. But sometime pre-Reagan I became a part-time bartender. For my parents. And I made exactly three drinks. Vodka martinis – with a twist or olives, Old-Fashioneds, and Manhattans. All of them were served on the rocks in rather hefty, rather […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Some things should clearly be left behind. Maybe ‘discarded’ is a better word. It’s something I struggle with. Obviously. Remnants of previous aspirations are strewn haphazardly throughout my daily life – little barbs of reminiscent guilt tucked away to unceremoniously surprise me when I stumble upon them. The dust-covered bike I bought […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I put salt on watermelon. A friend swears by pickles slathered in peanut butter. The world is awash in such illicit alliances – combinations that don’t make sense until they most certainly and unequivocally do. Fried grasshoppers with guacamole, anyone? And honestly, the unholy combos only make sense after they’re tried. You […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I assume that we all suffer from it; tell me if I’m wrong. There’s the me who should clean out the closets and the me who, instead, orders the latest book about home organization from Amazon while watching House of the Dragon. Similarly, a friend determines he should get in shape and buys a treadmill. […]