I’m starting to think that when I travel the last person I should travel with is me.
How do you bear it? With the tragedy in downtown Durham this past week with one loss of life, plus several at the Washington Navy Yard, and so many abroad, how do we bear it?
I’m not going to read “Fifty Shades of Grey” to John Michael.
But it’s not simply because the book is a work of erotic fiction or that my son is turning just four months old on Sunday.
That’d just be incredibly creepy.
Hello, my name is Neil and I’ll be your server this evening unless you want Bruce because he actually knows how to pronounce quinoa.
Picture it: Durham in 1944, during World War II. Soldiers in training at Camp Butner often came downtown, including a young man named Merle “Jack” Hammersley. You may have read my story in Saturday’s newspaper about him receiving his Bronze Star in a ceremony Friday. But there’s another great story, too -- a love story.
Every bill I receive pleads with me, on several sheets of paper, to go paperless. The bills implore me, they beseech me, they promise me 50 percent off on a second entrée of equal or lesser value if I would just pay my bills online.
Like coffee and singing along to the radio, books are one of the joys of life. Maybe I should stitch that on a decorative pillow. Books are part of my features coverage here at the newspaper, and a joy of my job is the opportunity to share a good literary find with readers.
In recent weeks, the University of Michigan rolled out yet another study that insists that Facebook makes people sad. Dig a little deeper, and one finds that the study focused only on 82 people out of 700 million Facebook users worldwide.
That’s not much of a representative sampling. It’s like claiming to know all the species of trees in a vast forest based on a small scattering of leaves.
I’d like to apologize for my actions even though it really wasn’t my fault. What I did was a mistake even though it really wasn’t my responsibility. I have no one to blame but myself, although I would like to blame a number of others.
Kristen “Pally” Hrncirik probably stood out that day in Canal Winchester, Ohio, when she watched Stanley Kubrick’s “The Shining” in a movie theater with a bunch of her sixth-grade girlfriends.
It wouldn’t have just been because of how young she was at the time, in the audience for a movie based on Stephen King’s story of a winter caretaker going homicidally insane in a Colorado hotel.
No, it may have been the giggling.
In January, I interviewed illustrator Kadir Nelson about his new children’s book that pairs his beautiful paintings with an abridged version of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech at the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. After I wrote my story, I gave the book to my son, who is now 5.
Welcome, new undergraduates.
If you’ve driven by Duke University lately, you’ve crawled your car through gravel on the wrong side of the road as work is being done on Duke University Road. I find this very interesting. The way rubberneckers look at car crashes, I look to see what the road crews are doing and what kind of equipment they’re using. Part is journalistic curiosity, most of it is being a parent and having a house full of toy versions of all those vehicles and action figures.
In 2006, I walked into the Prestonwood Country Club – my polling place at the time, when I lived in Cary – and offered my driver’s license along with my voter registration card to the poll worker.
“Oh, we don’t need that,” she said, waving off the license and perusing the registration card instead.
There are several things you expect from a house — that it be warm and comfortable, inviting and welcoming, and that it have a roof.