On my morning run, I pass by the building near my house in Chapel Hill. And every time, I say a word of thanks.
Other North Carolinians are grateful, too. A friend of mine told me last week, “The Institute of Government has made all the difference for our state. But, today, not enough people appreciate how much we owe it.”
As the discussion about the consequences of the coal ash residue leakages continues, there is one thing about Duke Energy about which there is widespread agreement.
Just when it seems that all the news about the university and Chapel Hill is bad, Shirley Temple comes to the rescue.
But, since Temple died a few months ago, her help came courtesy of UNC-Chapel Hill professor John Kasson.
His new book, “The Little Girl Who Fought the Great Depression: Shirley Temple and 1930s America,” has been on the booksellers’ shelves for only a few weeks. But it is getting widespread and favorable attention for the book and for the Chapel Hill author in publications ranging from “The Weekly Standard” and “USA Today” to “The Washington Post.”
“Just be patient,” some North Carolina Democrats are telling each other.
“The demographics,” they say, “are on our side. The older white conservative Republicans are dying off. They are being replaced by younger, multi-ethnic, social liberals who tilt Democratic when they go to the polls. It is just a matter of time until these factors give the edge in North Carolina politics back to the Democrats.”
In the 1990s, Alena Graedon was growing up in Durham and Chapel Hill, learning to write and think at the Carolina Friends School.
She lives in Brooklyn now. But she came back last week to visit the school, read from her debut novel, “The Word Exchange,” and to thank the school and her teachers for their guidance and inspiration.
What President Obama needed was a Shirley Temple!
Not the popular non-alcoholic drink named for the childhood star.
What he needed as he faced the nation’s worst economic situation since the Great Depression was the kind of help President Franklin D. Roosevelt got from a bright, cheerful, optimistic child actor who lifted the spirits of almost every American during the dark times of the 1930s.
Mark your calendar for April 20, 2015.
Chapel Hill’s favorite twin sisters are planning their 100th birthday party.
Right now, however, they are resting, recovering from the celebration of their 99th birthday a few days ago. Family and friends from all over the country gathered to bask in the glory of the generous spirit of Barbara Stiles, Bernice Wade, and their famous garden on Gimghoul Road.
“Variety Vacationland.” Do you remember that slogan from our state’s past?
I suggest a new one: “Variety Literatureland.”
What, actually, can we know about the resurrection?
At sunrise services and church sanctuaries today in Chapel Hill and all over the world, Christian worshippers are giving their answers to this question.
In the introduction to his new book, “How Jesus Became God: The Exaltation of a Jewish Preacher from Galilee,” Bart Ehrman asks the same question.
We say, “Thanks for your service,” when we met veterans of the wars in Afghanistan or Iraq veterans.
They can be forgiven if they think “Thanks for your service” is an incomplete thank you, an insincere and hollow expression, showing a lack of understanding and real appreciation of what these men and women had been through.
When you have finished drinking this bottle of water, fill it with our tap water for liquid refreshment that tastes as good and is just as pure as what was in the bottle.
Why aren’t the PlayMakers in the Playmaker’s Theater?
It is a question many Chapel Hill people asked the first time they learned that the PlayMaker’s Repertory Company stages its productions not in its named venue but a few blocks away in the Paul Green Theater on Country Club Road.
The modern PlayMakers Repertory Company, the successor to the Carolina Playmakers, spells its historic name with a capital “M” in the middle.
You sure do talk funny.
Has anybody ever told you that?
If you grew up in North Carolina and moved somewhere else for a while, you surely got that kind of question from folks who just had to laugh when they heard you talk.
“What is love?” a friend asked a writer of romance novels.
He was not satisfied with her brief response about the rush of feelings that comes with first romance and the deep feelings that sometimes follow