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Greetings from Carrboro, Herding cats is one thing. But herding snakes is an entirely different ball of wax. For one, they live in holes in the ground. Their lack of ears certainly can’t help the situation. And then there’s the, you know, fangs/poison/creepy part of the equation. Pretty daunting to say the least. It took […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There are flying reindeer to abet the plausibility. And a conceivable backstory with Mrs. Claus in the cozy North Pole abode brewing cocoa and those invaluable elves toiling away in workshops crafting toys. And of course Santa has his merry laugh, a sleigh and, well, pants. In the pantheon of holiday lore, […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Clearly, they’re just words. But some people get lucky. That my first name somehow translates to “handsome birth” always left me queasy; the image that it invoked was (is?) rather unsettling. And my name certainly was not cool. Whatsoever. Years ago, I went on a few dates with a woman named Storm. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It felt like a big deal. I was at a picturesque vineyard in the Willamette Valley and they were having quite the shindig. Something called like Pigs & Pinot; it was an annual event, a high-dollar fundraiser of sorts. The way it worked, a hog had been raised on the vineyard and […]

Greetings from Carrboro. It wasn’t pretty. We had to use a sledgehammer to get it out. The keg box had been behind the bar since day one. And it was easily 15 years old when I bought it. The plan had been for it to last – fingers crossed – six months and that by […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Fine. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Though honestly, it feels more like it’s your kid’s college fund that stays behind in Sin City. But, whatever. Now, New Orleans is a different story. Entirely. What happens in the Big Easy is more akin to a subtle infection that you can’t shake. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There was a period in my life when I was terrified of quicksand. Not that suburban Charlotte was rife with these terrestrial traps. Hardly. It was much more the Saturday morning Tarzan movies and the always potent quicksand subplot that got to me. Whenever some poor soul found themselves slowly sinking into […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Swallows come back to Capistrano. Penguins come back to Antartica. And, well, Tom Brady just continues to come back. Again and again. So I thought, why not add a little something to the list? You know, without requiring that I travel ridiculous distances or freeze or, god forbid, risk getting walloped by […]