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It’s not their fault. Some people just don’t get it. Whether to blame nature or nurture is anyone’s guess. But you’d think we could all agree on delicious, right? I went to this spectacular party at a winery in Oregon. Grand sweeping views of the vineyards, unlimited wine, and live music on the giant stone […]

I’ve never grown a tomato. OK, let me rephrase: I’ve never successfully grown a tomato. Some bird or some blight or some other whimsical rendition of mother nature’s wrath has always intervened to cruelly thwart my German Johnson dreams. Sort of like an agricultural version of Vecna in Stranger Things that preys on my gardening […]

It’s sort of the opposite of lines in the sand. It’s more of a cross-at-your-own-risk kinda thing. It’s been known to erupt into outright family feuds when a sibling – naively – marries into a warring clan. White bread or fancy bread. Duke’s or Hellmann’s. Peeled or unpeeled. To-may-to, to-mah-to. But while there is serious […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I try not to read too much into it. But sometimes my daily feed of online advertising hits a little too close to home. Generally, I’m fine with temporal ads like Father’s Day gift ideas because, well, Father’s Day actually is next weekend. And I’m slightly flattered when I’m reading the paper […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t know if you should buy one of those stylish water bottle belts. Or go up to your attic and dig out that P90X DVD set that you never actually opened. Regardless, you’re going to need something. And fast. Because getting into Holiday shape this year is going to be hard. Escaping an overabundance […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Mick ‘n’ Keef and the lads played in Charlotte last night. And, personally, I’d like to know 1) how is Keith Richards still alive? and 2) how in the world do they reach a consensus about what songs to play? Some google-a-fied rock-n-roll algorithm? Darts and a blindfold? Editing down the nearly […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There’s a rich, though often lamentable, history of culinary telephone that exists. You know, that classic 2nd grade pastime when, say, “antelope” is whispered into a child’s ear at the front of a line and magically morphs into “bath soap” by the end. But, rather than taking a minute or less, the […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It was so damn frustrating. I’d sit on the roof of my mom’s white Dodge station wagon, impatiently watching the boats move slowly along the Intracoastal Waterway. We were in a line of parked cars waiting for the bridge to open across to Ocean Isle, our shimmering island destination on the other […]