Not long after I moved back here a decade ago, I observed to a Duke professor that I was struck that virtually every student I saw on campus seemed to be on a cell phone or displaying the tell-tale dangling white cords of iPod earbuds.
Protestors who have filled city streets have succeeded in driving a community conversation not just about police practices, the criminal justice system, race and society, but also about protest itself.
“Don't know much about history
“Don't know much biology
“Don't know much about a science book
“Don't know much about the French I took”
-- Sam Cooke, “Wonderful World,”
Nov. 22 passed relatively quietly eight days ago. Not much was made of the cataclysmic event that occurred 51 years before, although it was mentioned here and there in the news.
Alert readers will notice a familiar name missing from our masthead – that of Nancy Wykle.
Let me assure you it reflects great news. Nancy, a valued colleague for the past decade, has been promoted to editor and publisher of the Daily Dispatch in Henderson, owned, as is The Herald-Sun, by the Paxton Media Group.
The national debate over big-time college athletics, given greater impetus in the past couple of decades as television and marketing revenue has fueled soaring expenditures, has in the past year or so deepened further.
A couple weeks ago, I finally finished after many fits and starts a wonderful book by my old friend and former colleague Ed Williams.
Williams, now retired, was for many years editor of the editorial pages at The Charlotte Observer, and for several of those years I was a mid-level editor on the news side of the paper. His book, “Liberating Dixie,” is a collection of columns and editorials he crafted with characteristic grace, wisdom and incisiveness over the years. Reading it was in some ways discouraging, since I was reminded on page after page how I could never measure up to the caliber of Williams’ work.
When Argos Therapeutics president and CEO Jeff Abbey talked about his company’s decision to come to Durham last week, he offered this anecdote:
““(We knew) we made the right decision when we got the whole company together and told them we would be in Durham … and this cheer went up from all 90 people.”
I’ve met Michael Burbidge, the bishop of the Catholic diocese of Raleigh – which encompasses Durham – a couple of times. He regularly reaches out to media in his diocese. He’s personable, measured, eager to listen and clearly a caring individual.
Monday, National Public Radio’s “Morning Edition” aired a five-minute segment titled “Why You Should Start Taking Millennials Seriously.”
The next day, the U. S. Supreme Court vaulted same-sex marriage to the cusp of legality from coast to coast when it declined to review five appellate court rulings that bans on those marriages are unconstitutional.
I suspect no one wants to know what I did on vacation, but indulge me a few precautionary, perhaps even pessimistic, thoughts.
I fly a lot less these days than I have, and for that I am mostly grateful.
More than a half-century ago, in 1953, when I was in kindergarten in far-away New York, a young aspiring comic and actor from what would later become the hometown of my youth and adolescence recorded his breakthrough record for Orville Campbell’s Colonial Records in Chapel Hill.
One day last week, headed to lunch at one of the new restaurants lining Blackwell Street across from American Tobacco, I parked in the deck next to the Durham Performing Arts Center. Stepping out onto the brick plaza between it and Diamond View II, Durham’s increasingly urban feel was evident.
For carolers, Christmas may be the “most wonderful time of the year,” but for those of us intrigued by the changing nature of cultural touchstones, August may well be that.