With a 7-1 vote, the Chapel Hill Town Council last week approved a purchase agreement that will sell town-owned property for $100 for a low-income housing tax credit project.
Councilman Matt Czajkowski was the lone voice of dissent, arguing that the property could be sold to satisfy “multiple other looming financial demands.”
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.”
“Art is something that I’ve always known even before I knew what that meant,” said Chapel Hill High art teacher Jack Watson.
Watson’s love of art has led to a nine-year teaching career and a recent project that got him and a colleague published in the November 2013 edition of the national magazine School Arts.
Each of us has our own roots of thanks. This time of year, appreciation is individual and sometimes it takes a moment of awareness to appreciate and remember, and before it is too late, acknowledge.
Through this space, I normally feature people who compose the fabric of a community, locally and perhaps, globally. In recent weeks, it became clear to me that my own community, that of my family, is composed of two threads that have both inspired and served as constant demonstrations of love: my grandmothers.
How would you like to win a free glass of wine at Crook’s Corner every day for a year? Or would you rather win a $1,000 in cash?
Well, the winner of the Crook’s Corner Book Prize is going to get both these prizes. And when the winner is announced Jan. 6, it could be one of our Chapel Hill neighbors.
He began by saying “bonjour,” then “buenos dias.” Some of the kids had looks of confusion on their faces while one child responded with “muy bien.”
Native American storyteller Lloyd Arneach followed by greeting the children in three other languages including Cherokee, before explaining that he wanted to be sure to use the correct language.
“I consider English to be a foreign language,” Arneach explained. “The language of the first Americans has been spoken a lot longer than English.”
After little discussion and lots of praise, the Chapel Hill-Carrboro City Schools Board of Education unanimously approved Superintendent Tom Forcella’s evaluation, extending his contract through June 2017.
The board met in closed session immediately before its regularly scheduled meeting with Forcella to review his self-evaluation for the 2012-13 school year.
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.
Those who attended Orange County’s Veterans Day Appreciation Breakfast may have seen the county’s newest veteran service officer out and about and not have known it.
Soft spoken yet ready and willing to help veterans in need, Betsy Corbett has joined the Orange County Department of Social Services to help area veterans access the services, benefits and care they need to help them live happy lives after serving their country.
If our lives are measured by what we accomplished between various intersections, Tom Carr of Hillsborough will most likely be able to recall the distance from one point to the next.
Since the early 1980s, Carr has run some 44, 242 miles. Along the way, he has been successful as a teacher, husband, father, counselor and motivational speaker. He’s also been known to assist a turtle across the road. Carr is well-known around town, and his motivation for running and nurturing youth are passions he holds hand in hand.
Think about what you are going to do on Thanksgiving Day.
Especially if you will have a lot of visitors.
Most museums are closed on Thanksgiving. So you cannot take them for a quick visit to one of the current museum exhibits like The Sahmat Collective at the Ackland or Southern Scenery in 3D at the Wilson Library.
Twenty years ago, in 2003, I was innocently tooling along Hwy. 421 through Yadkinville when I was suddenly accosted by a highway patrolman, who insisted that I was driving faster than the speed limit, which I almost ... uh ... never do. I batted my lashes, but to no avail; I still got a speeding ticket.
For four months, I trained to run the Raleigh City of Oaks Marathon, held Nov. 3. The reasons to run and expose my body to the pains of long-distance running were many. Here is an account of what happened to me.