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January 15, 2019   Greetings from Carrboro, Each of us took a number. On those warm summer evenings, the Baskin-Robbins on South Blvd was packed. It was always easier to wait on the curb for your number to be called or just to stand outside, lean against mom’s station wagon, and listen to the car […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Desire tells a very human story. It bends and shapes our lives. In big and little ways. If discipline tells us how to do something well, desire insistently tells us why. And if that desire shapes your profession, it requires courage and a profound willingness to fail. There is endless work no one sees and […]

December 27, 2018 Greetings from Carrboro, Happily, we’re in that initial poultry stretch of Christmas. You know, the four calling birds and French hens and doves and that tree-bound partridge part. There’s still a solid amount of luster lingering around the season. It still feels, well, festive. But by the time the band arrives with […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There should be a bumper sticker: What Would Santa Drink? My guess isn’t milk or cocoa. And I certainly don’t see him as some jaded elf, man-spreading in his office, looking at his infamous list with a tumbler of cheap scotch in his hand. No. I must say that I picture Ol’ […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I think gift bags added five years to my life. Though, admittedly, I do have serious issues making the all-important tissue paper look, well, right. It’s the crinkling part. By and large, if you stare at any one of my gift bags for more than a few seconds it looks more like an […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Someone taught me that the key is to sing it fast. To get that first word out in a hurry. So I’d practice once before I called. Her voice was always full of feigned surprise, as if her caller ID was some kind of illicit secret. As if I hadn’t followed through with […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I know that I’m not alone. If asked for what I’m grateful, I freeze up and say something remarkably banal like puppies or rainbows or those new flavors of LaCroix. A lot of that stems from a decade’s worth of familial scarring at the Thanksgiving table of my childhood. How in the hell […]

November 15, 2018 Greetings from Carrboro, That first time, his father drove. He was 8 or 9. And it took them nearly a week from Ohio. Some stretches of road were hard dirt and gravel. Gas station maps were often worthless and road signs were rare. But my father didn’t remember any of that. No. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, DIY has a certain panache. A certain self-reliant bravado. Any number of times I’ve repaired something at the restaurant, I’ve then proceeded to assume a Leonardo DiCaprio-esque post bear fight swagger/limp having looked the enemy in the eye and not blinked, real man style. Chef/father/hero; that’s me. Admittedly there’s a willful disregard surrounding the […]