My dead mother is more successful on the Internet than I am. It happened Thursday.
Lenoir has been in the news in the state capital’s media more over the past two weeks than it has since Jim Broyhill served in Congress.
So has the name Broyhill.
When I first told my family and former high school teachers that I was studying to be a journalist, many of their responses went something like this: “But isn’t journalism dying? How long will you have a job?”
My mother, who has been dead three years and never lived in Lenoir, received an offer in the mail at my house last week to get a free hearing exam.
“You have received this invitation today because you best represent the segment of the population which is most likely to experience hearing loss and tinnitus."
Choosing happiness or hate are both topics that I have encountered this past week.
It takes a special kind of jerk to respond to a young person’s exuberance with bitter cynicism and bile.
I used to think that if I ever won the lottery, I’d quit my job and become a full-time man of leisure. Maybe set up a foundation like Bill Gates did to choose needy causes worthy of my support. But I was thinking about it a few days ago, after I didn’t win the $311 million Powerball jackpot, and now I’m not so sure.
There’s an online service called Invisible Boyfriend that is intended to help women create a plausible online I wondered if there would be a demand for an online service called Invisible Husband. But then the voices of all the married women I know started up in the back of my head, telling me what an Invisible Husband would be like.
Saying goodbye is never easy, and such was the case Thursday. Hundreds of family, friends, members of First Baptist Church of Lenoir and community leaders gathered to say goodbye to their good friend Ron Stilwell.
When the news came out last week that NASCAR driver Kurt Busch testified in court that his ex-girlfriend was a trained assassin, and he cited the things that made him think so, like a lot of people I had one thought: There are perfectly reasonable explanations for each of those things.
While most of us have spent the last few days complaining about the weather, I only needed a reminder from my daughter that we had lived in far worse conditions.
If a NASCAR Hall of Fame can’t make money in Charlotte, officials in all those other places that competed to be the spot to have it built must be breathing a sigh of relief.
With a fresh year quickly approaching there is time to make a new list. We can think about our lives and make several New Year’s resolutions for 2015.
Last week Forbes put on its website, forbes.com, its annual picks for the top 25 places to retire.
Many of the picks seem utterly insane.
On Tuesday, I visited Granite Falls Middle School for Career Day. My press badge swung from my deck. However, I was not there as a journalist -- well, not as one doing interviews and writing a story.
Did you know that the Internet broke? Apparently Kim Kardashian flashed her naked, oiled-up rear end at the Internet a week and a half or so ago, and the darned thing broke.
On Tuesday our country will once again honor veterans with the annual Veterans Day holiday. As with many of our holidays, our young people and many adults have little idea why they have a day off school or work.
My heart ached as the sixth-graders walked one by one to the microphone at the J.E. Broyhill Civic Center, gave their first name and said what they want to be when they grow up.
Pollsters say America today suffers extreme political polarization. I concur with that diagnosis, given the ill-will and loathing I’ve encountered with people from both the major parties. Nothing good will ever come out of hate and a lack of civility toward one another. Whether or not our culture has unraveled beyond repair of the breaches, I do not know, but I hope for reason to prevail. Information on an advice poster that I saw last week would go a long ways toward restoring civility.
I had heard since I came to Lenoir in January 2013 that Bumgarner was “from,” depending on who was telling me, either Hudson or Granite Falls, and in the paper we have said he is from Hudson. I learned Thursday that both of those answers can be true, but even both together are incomplete.
Over the years community theater has become one of my favorite local things-to-do, and last Saturday was no exception.
As I sat at the office daydreaming about a coming shipment of fresh, raw Liberian monkey meat – it’s Africa’s sushi, you know – a friend posted a link on Facebook to a list from Britain’s Daily Mirror newspaper of the top 10 tips for avoiding catching the Ebola virus.
Pink. We see it in ads in the newspaper and television. We see NFL players adorned in brilliant pink each Sunday in October. We see pink flowers at the garden store. We see pink shirts, sweatshirts and sweaters in every clothing store. We are surrounded with pink in October.
You can't have a serious discussion of budget issues if your knowledge of those issues is grounded in fictional numbers.
Why is the governor picking on me?
Well, Gov. Pat McCrory’s not picking on me personally, but he says he wants journalists to go away. That’s already happening at a fast enough pace without any outside wishing.