Yeah, I, too get tired of the classified ad themes and buying and selling here (see previous articles about this group). I resolved to think some general thoughts this evening about the Triangle and post them post haste.And so:
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night was one of those absolutely fabulous nights which has the effect
of reminding me why I have selected this of all possible places to call
home. The air was almost heavy with haze. I drove out to Saxapahaw and
walked around the mill houses and the old mill and talked with some folks I
met out for a stroll. I appreciate the form and history of the old mill
houses in Saxapahaw. Houses are history.
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re-appear after the headlights fade and some of the chirping is so
loud I can hear it through my open window: wind loudly complaining and
asking why something like my car must move so fast on such a still night. I
like the feel of the air in summer on the open road. I don't have
air-conditioning. It's always seemed wrong to me to have air-conditioning in
a car. It's unnatural or something. But, then again, growing up in
Winston-Salem, my family home didn't have air-conditioning. They still
don't. I've come to Chapel Hill and become soft. Suddenly, the chirping
makes me think of catching light'n bugs in a jar and the eerie glow their
bottoms made as they died. They would glow for hours after they stopped
moving. I guess catching light'n bugs is about the cruelest thing I've ever
done.
Back home, the street lamps in my development hide the stars and almost the moon. Muffled in the distance I still hear the chirping. The car creaks and my neighbor's cat comes to say "hello".
Keith Weston http://www.io.com/~jkweston