Stuart Dim died last month.
That name that will mean nothing to most folks reading this – with a few exceptions, like my good friend and old colleague Marion (Art, to many here) Ellis, a fellow alum of The Charlotte Observer in the 1970s.
One day last week, a 37-year-old Durham man was gunned down at midday on North Hyde Park Avenue in East Durham.
Watching the weekly arrest of protesters at the General Assembly the past several Monday evenings, I’ve been struck by how many of those going to jail seem to be, well, sort of my age.
Have you been to the Ninth Street area lately?
What's going on here?
By coincidence or terrible karma, the unsettling developments on the free expression of ideas, open government and our ability to monitor that government are reason for concern and anger.
For weeks now, publishers, editors and the N.C. Press Association have been trying to forestall several initiatives in the General Assembly to loosen or eliminate requirements that local governments publish legal notices -- on new ordinances, public hearings, board and commission meetings and the like -- in general-circulation newers where people can see and are accustomed to seeing them. Lawmakers this session appear poised to reject those efforts but, the recent past suggests that those who want to make it more difficult for people to find these notices will keep trying.
I heard a great story from a former colleague last week, a story of small but telling measures to tackle seemingly overwhelming challenges.
For all of downtown Durham’s exploding renaissance in the past decade or so, there’s been one area lagging a bit more than downtown’s many fans and boosters would like.
An old and well-worn cliché has it that watching a legislative body in action is like watching sausage being made.
A couple years ago, The New York Times ran a delightful article in which it talked to a group of people who take considerable umbrage at that comparison.
They weren’t legislators. They were sausage-makers.
It’s time to talk about the great work of some colleagues – and about one who will be hanging up his press pass this week.
North Carolina’s budget woes have come to this: We’re closing the James K. Polk Birthplace historic site.
Durham has always enjoyed robust civic engagement. Tenacity and inventiveness are admired and dissected much like Final Four basketball performance.
I glanced absent-mindedly, as a meeting slogged on, at the brown 10x13-inch envelope in front me.
“Interdepartment Delivery” it said – with 50 rows of address lines covering both sides. A fixture of every newspaper where I’ve worked and I presume of countless other businesses, the envelopes move papers, documents and the like from person to person, office to office.
As time wound down in Duke University’s victory over Virginia Tech Tuesday night, the three Blue Devil seniors exited the game, one by one, to resounding ovations from the Cameron Indoor Stadium faithful.
Careful readers may have noticed a new name on our “masthead” – the box at the top of the editorial page with the newspaper’s name and that of the publisher, editor and news editor.
The gentlemen sitting next to me at a luncheon last week had a familiar story.
A native of North Dakota, he’d moved to the Triangle a decade ago from Detroit. Unfamiliar with the area, he’d initially settled in Morrisville. But within a couple of years, he and his spouse were looking at houses in Durham because they liked the city’s vibrancy – then, just beginning to hit the stride we’ve become so familiar with in the past few years.