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.
Call them out. Sometimes people deserve to be called out. Now, we know that the racist fraternity students at the University of Oklahoma were immediately called out, the fraternity disbanded and the university swiftly dealt the appropriate response.
Q. My husband has been taking lisinopril for years now to control hypertension. We never associated his persistent nonstop coughing with this drug until today.
On the rainy, windy morning this past Thursday, I found sanctuary in a teacup and saucer. My teacup contained church coffee. Because one of my beats is religion, I cover quite a few events at places of worship that include the requisite carafe of coffee. I’ve been to nine years’ worth of congregational gatherings that include food or at the very least, coffee. There’s always coffee.
Although I am not, at this time, a candidate for president in 2016, I have decided to create an exploratory committee that will explore ways I can avoid saying I am a candidate for president in 2016.