As the International Bluegrass Music Association’s five-day “World of Bluegrass Festival” wound down in Raleigh a few days ago, some people were still asking where did bluegrass music come from, anyway?
North Carolinians have a quick and certain answer: It came out of the hills and hollows of our Appalachian region.
And where did that mountain music come from?
Chapel Hill people live in the shadow of one of the world’s great universities, a place packed with faculty, staff, and students who are filled with knowledge and are enthusiastic about sharing it.
While you are watching U.S. Senate campaign television ads, occasionally interrupted by brief segments of programming, do you ever wonder what goes on inside the candidates’ campaign organizations?
Chapel Hill’s Marcie Cohen Ferris’s new book, “The Edible South: The Power of Food and the Making of an American Region,” is a study of the relationship between food and the culture of the South over many centuries.
Did North Carolinians have a stake in the outcome of last week's referendum in Scotland?
Maybe not the same kind of stake the residents of Scotland had, but our ties to that land are so close, so important, and so contemporary that perhaps we should have been entitled to vote on the question of its independence from the United Kingdom.
What is the best way to find out what the rest of North Carolina is like?
Of course, it would be best to leave Chapel Hill for a while and move to one of our state's small-town county seats, live in a house on Main Street; go to church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings; sit down in the courthouse and listen to stories of petty crimes, marital breakups, and angry disputes between neighbors over property lines or arguments between former business partners; get a part-time job in the local convenience store; volunteer at the food bank; go to the high school football games, concerts and other events; watch the holiday parades or better yet march in them; take in a couple of county board of commissioners’ meetings; and so on.
At the end of a two-day conference about World War I at UNC-Chapel Hill, I asked a leading military historian what approach he would recommend to the United States to deal with the challenge of ISIS.
“I have never sold a single one of them.”
Chapel Hill businessman and real estate appraiser P.H. Craig was talking about his treasured collection of old cars.
First of all, a warning: I am a Democrat. You cannot trust a partisan commentator to give an objective report on a political contest such as a debate between candidates for the United States Senate.
Our high hopes for a celebration next April came crashing down.
These hopes centered on the prospect of celebrating the 100th birthday of Barbara Stiles and Bernice Wade in April 2015.
It was like the pleasure of a long letter from home.
At least it was for this exile from Charlotte and Mecklenburg County.
Why would 300-plus public school teachers storm the Chapel Hill American Legion Hall last week?
President Obama plans to appoint National Public Radio’s Nina Totenberg to the United States Supreme Court.
Not really, of course.
Too many poets write their careful, perceptive, sensitive and wise words to be shared with only a few trusted friends.
“He is number 42,” I said.
On a baseball outing with my daughter’s family the other night, I was trying to find the name of a player on the Durham Bulls baseball team while the Bulls were playing a doubleheader against the Buffalo Bison.