In celebration of the opening of the UNC men’s basketball season, here’s a blast from the past, courtesy of Breadmen’s Restaurant on West Rosemary in Chapel Hill.
Category: A Thousand Words
Sunset, moonrise, Damascus Church
Whenever I begin suffering from “nature deficit disorder,†I have only to slow down, ease off the gas pedal and observe.
The little newspaper that could
To the folks who think all newspapers are dying, I have this response: Y’all really need to get out of town more often.
Those Other Faces, Halloween 2011
So often we assume we know the people we see every day. And then one day, they appear as someone else.
Postscript to a protest, University Day redux
As a postscript to the Speaker Ban marker dedication on the UNC campus: There were so many magical moments from that University Day celebration, but here’s one “decisive moment†that will resonate with this photographer for a long time.
Stuart Sechriest, 1963
Professor Sechriest was actually grinning when he jerked me out of News Editing class and hauled me into his office.
Carl Sandburg in Chapel Hill
Carl Sandburg, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, author and historian, was a Midwesterner by birth, but he chose to be a North Carolinian for the last 22 years of his prodigiously productive writing life.
Return to the wall
March 2, 1966, a crowd of some 1,200 UNC students, faculty, staff and townspeople gather to protest the infamous Speaker Ban Law.
Eulogy for a very old friend
To a townie like me, every single tree in Polk and McCorkle Place is like a dear playmate with whom I have grown old.
Manhattan 1931
We go through our daily lives seeing but failing to observe.
Just Down the Road in Shangri-La
I have the best job in the world in the summer when I hit North Carolina’s backroads that take me to the state’s many community newspapers.
Lest we forget
Lest we forget … there is another Ground Zero. . .
Drop-Add, 1963
Around this time of year, if you were a UNC student back in 1963 wanting to drop a class and add another, you went to sweltering Woollen Gym.
Rugby in the Mud-luscious Spring of 1967
So I’m sitting on the Carolina Inn lawn listening to bluegrass when a gent about my age approaches.
About that appalling situation in Washington
One of the reasons real-book libraries are so valuable has to do with simple serendipity.