I love being a teacher. Well, not every second of every day, but mostly I love being a teacher, especially the week before Christmas break. This week, in any school, is just such a trip. All of a sudden, there is spasmodic giggling and unrest in the classroom, whining in the office, and a general who-gives-a-partridge-in-a-pear-tree attitude toward work of any kind ... and the students are almost as bad.
I’m captured by memoirs that provide intriguing walks through the lives of others, but the ones that impact me most are those that send me down the paths of my own remembering. Two recent audios touched a deep core.
If Nelson Mandela approached Jesse Helms in heaven and extended his hand in friendship, would Helms accept it?
If so, then heaven truly is a better place.
Most of the people of North Carolina are partial to the University of North Carolina system. Whether they prefer the UNC at Chapel Hill or N.C. State, or some other UNC institution, they are proud of UNC.
On Black Friday, I went with my daughter to take the children to see Santa, who was appearing at a shopping “village” near her home in Huntersville, with a central courtyard, a giant tree, some singing bears, and a warm little hut where Santa sits on his throne.
We all have the right to enjoy a safe community. Many have chosen Chapel Hill to be that safe place in which they live, learn or work. The maintenance of our safe community requires a commitment from all of us.
So, there I was, huddled with eight to 10 other poor souls on the stone front veranda of the courthouse in Hillsborough on a below-freezing morning, until a bailiff with a heart opened the front door and let us in. We all had to go through an airport-like security station, where I had to cover up the book club book I’d brought, with the unfortunate-in-a-courtroom name of “Necessary Lies.”
Patricia Jones’ doctors told her “There is nothing you can do.” They continued to prescribe medications and watch her diabetes worsen until, finally, they told her there was nothing more they could do except put her on insulin. “There is no cure for diabetes,” they said.
North Carolina's Clean Water Management Trust Fund (CWMTF) was created by the General Assembly in 1996. It has done a lot of good things for our environment.
Sorry, but I’m taking a tiny detour in the story of my court date this week, just to remind you all that my birthday was this past Friday (I know your present is in the mail) although the year I was born (around 1836) it fell on Thanksgiving. Yes, my parents wanted a turkey -- and they got me! Shut up.
On the second Sunday, most every month, a few cars make the long trek down our gravel driveway at 2:30 in the afternoon.
We had a friend over for dinner recently, who was visiting from the mountains. Michelle’s a hoot. Before dinner she had a couple of margaritas with us, and told us a story she made me promise not to tell, but I’d had a couple of margaritas, too, so I consider that promise alcohol-induced.
The reason she didn’t want it spread around was that it was about her husband’s dog, Bubba, and he didn’t know the whole story himself, so all you people who may visit Blowing Rock – ssshhhh!
It has been quite a few days in the debate about public education in North Carolina.
Joe was a garbage collector. Working alone, he would drive his truck up to the curb, put the brakes on, swing out of the cab, step over to a garbage can, grab it and swing it up into the truck.
In one of my favorite scenes in an old-favorite Clyde Edgerton book, the elderly Mattie Rigsbee makes her lunch and attempts to settle in and eat while watching one of her favorite “stories” on TV.