Bemoaning bygone buzzards

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy The first few times I drove up to the Northern Wake Senior Center for late afternoon yoga and saw the local vultures landing on the nearby water tower, it was a little eerie. They nestled in, one by one, and stared down at the center with a lean...

You say ‘Hello,’ I say ‘Hola’

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Every few years, I decide it’s time to learn Spanish. I’ve enrolled in classes twice, in addition to the ones I took way back in college. The only thing I remember from those is that the Spanish name for the cute boy in the back row was Tomás. I...

Getting perfumed mail stinks

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy When I open the mailbox, I can always tell when it contains a magazine with a perfume ad inside. I sort of hold it in two fingers at arm’s length until I can extract the pages (which are, fortunately, glued together with the scent almost locked...

What will brave new world of 2015 offer?

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Twenty-fifteen, two thousand and fifteen, two zero one five, or 2015 — no matter how you think of it, it is amazing that we are already fifteen years into a new century, the mysterious future of my past. My goodness, I remember when Geor...

The perfect Christmas poem

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I struggled this year to write the annual Christmas poem for my family, and the final result is really too awful to share in this space the way I usually do. When my brain got exhausted from all that struggling, I picked up a stack of old December...

There’s no match for the fragrance of a fresh fir

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I grew up on cedar Christmas trees, personally cut on some generous friends’ farm. I remember how excited I always was when the tree was nailed onto its wooden stand and brought into the living room. It smelled wonderful. There was usually a lot...

The case of the incredible shrinking pants

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy We started the month with three dinners: The Wake Forest Community Dinner Monday, Dec. 1, a four-club Rotary gathering Tuesday, Dec. 2, and a Raleigh Friendship Force party Wednesday, Dec. 3. Lovely occasions, all, but hard on the pocketbook and...

Not much of a pumpkin spice girl

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I’m thankful for a lot of things this Thanksgiving, but near the top of the list is the end of pumpkin season. I don’t have any aversion to pumpkins with carved faces or piles of pumpkins decorating porches and doorways and accompanying scarecrows...

One last lament on political ads

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Finally, the stench around the TV set is clearing up after the barrage of political ads we have been subjected to for what seems like a millennium. And here we are, back with our old friends — the lawyers, the automobile hucksters, the aluminum...

Mourning pin conjures memories

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy When I saw there is an exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York titled Death Becomes Her: a Century of Mourning Attire, I wanted to pack my bags and go. It covers the period from 1815 to 1915, the year my grandfather died. I know my...

It’s a great time to get away — from the TV

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy We spent last week in Knoxville, Tenn., a city I have often driven past but never visited before. It was a domestic Friendship Force exchange, and we stayed with a lovely couple and saw lots of interesting things. In Oak Ridge, we saw moon dust...

Google is a great help, mostly

by Jean McCamy Sometimes, we have discussions at our house that go something like this: “Oops. One of my shirts is missing a button.” “Oh, maybe you’re like the guy in Smilin’ Jack.” “Yeah, the one the chicken followed around eating the buttons that popped off his shirt. Guess I...