If you wonder why Popcorn keeps going stale, the above is it. I’m officially one month and a day into my radio career and have yet to reschedule the rest of my life accordingly. It doesn’t help that my real paying gig has been keeping me plenty busy.
As I mentioned some posts ago, I took [...]
Back during my alma mater’s Homecoming I spied an opportunity as rare as an easy left turn in Boone - the chance to snuggle up close with a beauty queen. Thank goodness my wife was nowhere around. I may have lost some cool points. Or, um, I mean, more cool points than I lost anyway.
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What a week:
- Last Friday Gabby found a virus decorated with headaches and fever. When she was done playing with it, she gave it to me. It took two 100.2-degree days to drop it, only for the preteen to pick it up late Wednesday. All day yesterday she was - in her mind - on [...]
At the game Saturday I happened to meet Southern Suburbia. It was a pleasure! She mentioned she saw Katie Bonk earlier near the great alcohol vault known as the booster room. I missed her, but did see Blue Ridge Blog busy on the sidelines … showing some leg. She always promised great harm if [...]
Here’s the scene which greeted me when I arrived home Friday.
As usual we went from summer to fall with the speed of a harsh wind. The transition comes without warning, carrying the same impact as walking full steam into a seemless French door. If Friday’s picture postcard wasn’t loud enough, today’s chill was deafening. The [...]
Nobody can resist the call of the Chicken Dance. No One.
I’m impersonating Zonker this weekend, playing photographer at a reunion at my alma mater. It’s for graduates of the 1970s and beyond. I actually get a kick out of it, watching grandmothers and grandfathers return to the days of their youth. (By 7 p.m. more [...]
I always enjoy hearing people describe how they came to live in Boone. I also appreciate first impressions. Yesterday I found a blog by a Yankee named Amy who recently roamed my home. She liked what she saw, but didn’t feel at home until she found Grapevine Music:
The funkiness of Boone was clear to me [...]
She spoke just two words. Both broke my heart. It wasn’t what she said or how she said them. It was the impact I knew they had on her father.
I was working the front desk of a hotel in Boone today. The place was packed. No vacancy. The primary reason - Thomas the Train. He’s [...]
A great man died yesterday. His name was Hugh Morton. You may have heard of him. He photographed North Carolina, not just the team but the state. He also owned a mountain. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.
One report today declared that, if North Carolina had a Mount Rushmore, Morton would be on it (Along [...]
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