Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t have a tattoo. Though not completely on purpose. There was a hot minute when I debated getting a Duke’s Mayonnaise tramp stamp. Then I remembered the process was unquestionably painful and my feverish yearning quickly, um, cooled. And anyway, I have kids – even tatted up kids – that mark […]
Salt & Smoke: Only 9 Days To Go!
Greetings from Carrboro, I say it pretty often – as if it’s connected to a common experience and not – in fact – utterly impossible. “Why don’t we kill two birds with one stone.” Let me be clear: I’ve never killed even one bird with one stone. Or with any other projectile for that matter. […]
Resistance to Pumpkin Spice is Futile!
Greetings from Carrboro, I hope that marketing person is rich. But let’s be honest, they’re probably not. Instead they’re most likely somewhere in the middle of Seattle living a life relegated to infamy. Because after the fact, trotting out @pumpkinspicegal as your instagram handle in an attempt to claim cultural relevance just seems sad. And, […]
Soft Shell Crabs: Summer’s Victory Lap
Greetings from Carrboro, My understanding is that he was Italian. Born and raised. World War II had ended and he found himself in my father’s hometown of Cincinnati. The English language was not his strongest suit. At all. But his remarkable tenor singing voice most certainly was. And as mass was in Latin, the man’s linguistic […]
This One’s For The Whiskey Lovers.
Greetings from Carrboro, Essentially, there were only two. For a dollar more, true bourbon drinkers could order either of two upgrades – Maker’s Mark or Wild Turkey – rather than drink the standard pour of Jim Beam from the rail. Simple. And, true, their cousins from Tennessee, Jack and George (Daniels and Dickel) had their […]
Growing Up In The Biz.
Greetings from Carrboro, Clogs were definitely a thing. And, to be clear, not my best look. But I still wore them for a good year or two – maybe more. Though somehow I was able to avoid wearing the equally fashionable chili-pepper-themed cargo pants – the obvious yang to my clogs’ yin. But my fashion […]
Monday Fundays at Acme
Greetings from Carrboro, All he had to do was wear a damn tie. Well, ok; he did have to pay for all the subsequent expenses associated with his trip. But at the airport, he’d just pick a flight and if there was a spare seat, he’d straighten that well-worn tie and hop on board. One […]
Easing Into Fall
Greetings from Carrboro, The light’s different when I walk the dogs in the morning. The tomatoes brought in from farms are smaller, the vibrant sungolds so remarkably sweet. There’s the earthy smell of the marigolds brought by Wild Hare at the host stand . And I find myself thinking of roasted peppers more than those […]
Wining and Dining at Acme
Greetings from Carrboro, You’re supposed to spit. That’s after the swirling and slushing necessary to mark you as a wine professional. And usually into a champagne bucket or some other necessarily opaque vessel/spittoon. When the server put one on the table, the large man across from me looked alarmed. “You can take that away, mate. […]
Salt & Smoke: The Countdown Begins.
Greetings from Carrboro, There they were. Finally. It was a relief after the countless hours of driving through the relentlessly flat middle of America. The majestic Rockies shimmered in the distance. Denver was nigh. Or, well, not. It would be wrong to call the snow-capped image a mirage; the Rockies do, in fact, exist. As […]
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