If you haven’t much else to do and Google “how to grow a beard,” you will almost immediately find links to “3 Ways to Grow a Beard” and “17 Ways to Grow and Keep Facial Hair.” Not to mention “22 Steps to Growing a Beard (with pictures).”
The memory of Antonio Dixon has a chance to live on beyond his family, friends and neighborhood kids. His mom is working to build a scholarship in his name for students at Durham Technical Community College.
Downtown Durham has enjoyed outdoor sculpture placed at strategic locations for almost a year. Those who walk past them regularly may already feel they belong, and the occasional visitor, especially to the Durham Performing Arts Center or the American Tobacco complex has to believe these works of art indicate a city interested in the arts. The sculpture is all part of the Bull City Sculpture Show which opened in May 2014.
Begin with Line 7 (As everyone knows, Lines 1 through 6 are only for chumps) — Enter wages, salaries, tips, coins found in bottom of vending machines and the $5.02 check you just got for being a member of a class action lawsuit that you had no idea you were a member of. Attach Forms W2, 1099, 1099 E, 1099 R and W3 EZ, which isn’t.
This past week at the front desk of The Herald-Sun, a steady stream of people came in to buy copy after copy of newspapers celebrating the Duke University men’s basketball national championship. It’s the fifth national championship for Coach K, but you know that already. Even a certain player’s grandmother called to get extra copies.
My Frye boots, big, bulky and battered, the oldest living household survivor of the 1960s, passed away peacefully April 2, 2015 after a long period of increasing obsolescence and occasional embarrassment when I tried to put them on.
Celecoxib (Celebrex) is a kind of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID) called a COX-2 inhibitor. Supposedly, it is less likely to cause gastrointestinal irritation and ulcers than classic NSAIDs such as diclofenac, ibuprofen and naproxen.
Standing in a crowd of hundreds outside Duke Chapel Friday as I reported on the annual Stations of the Cross, I noticed a boy about my son’s age playing with a rock. He accidentally dropped it on the ground a few times, the same way my kid would have, then picked it back up, passing it back and forth from one hand to the other as he played with it.
The Neil Offen Column yesterday posted strong first quarter results that breezed past Wall Street’s extremely low expectations and even surprised some family members who haven’t laughed in months. In a conference call with analysts, Neil Offen Column CEO Neil Offen, citing those results, told Wall Street, “nana nana boo boo and so’s your old man.”
Invitations to artists come for a variety of reasons: There is a call to spotlight landscapes or portraits or abstractions. The group at the Ackland Museum Store gallery, however, has studios at Durham’s Golden Belt complex, and that is the common thread that brings them to Chapel Hill.
If you watched the television sitcom “Black-ish” last week, you saw how the dad on the show, Dre, faced down his 40th birthday and threw a party. I related to the episode because I, too, (ahem, cough) am facing down 40 this year. I’ve still got several months left of my 30s, but the hill beckons me over.
Aahhh ... Springtime is here. Trees are budding, flowers are popping up, birds are singing, and the grass is greening. It should be a time of happy beginnings, sweet expectations, and the bracing realization that there are only nine weeks left till we have to wear bathing suits.
An update on my training progress for The Great Saunter, a 32-mile, 12-hour walk around the perimeter of Manhattan island that I have registered for while under the influence of extreme stupidity. (I also blame my 25-year-old daughter, who has 25-year-old legs and feet, and who said, during a conversation, “We can do this.” I think she was talking to her legs and feet.)
March is the best. As this weekend ushers in the official commencement of spring, let us reflect on the greatness of March. This won’t be a column just about March Madness, though that’s certainly part of it. We’ll get to basketball. But first, flowers.
Over the next few weeks, people who have absolutely no idea what a bracket is and whether you need a Phillips screwdriver to attach one, will fill out the names of dozens of men’s college basketball teams without having a clue as to what they are doing or why they are doing it.