When physicals get physical

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Not long ago, there was a lot of publicity about doctors who said annual physicals are a waste of time and money because they seldom turn up devastating health problems. Maybe not, but I happen to think it is just as important to find out what is...

Played its last game

View and Reviews by Jean McCamy I really liked my old computer. We had been together for a long time, and I knew what to click to get where I wanted to go and do what I wanted to do. It occasionally got in a snit and locked up on me or hid something so I couldn’t find it for a...

Extended family treasured

Growing up, I had 10 aunts and five uncles. I knew some of them better than others, I liked some of them better than others and some of them were a little stranger than others, but as an only child, I was very pleased to be a part of two large extended families. With all those...

Blowing snow better than sand

Views and Review by Jean McCamy During last week’s big snow someone sent me a cartoon of two men, waist deep in snow, hiking away from their abandoned car. One was saying to the other, “Repeat after me: At least we don’t get hurricanes … at least we don’t get hurricanes … at...

We (didn’t) miss the snow

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy We missed most of the ice, snow and bone-chilling weather last week. Instead, we were in Panama enjoying a feast for all our senses. It’s hard to decide what was the most enjoyable part of the trip — the people, the scenery, the flowers, the food...

Ode to four in the morning

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I don’t like 4 a.m. Well, actually, I like it fine if I sleep through it. It’s when I am awake and wishing I wasn’t that it offends me. I used to be a world class sleeper, but now it is a rare night that I don’t see the clock at 4 a.m.  Sometimes...

Take time to howl at the moon

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Who doesn’t love a beach party — a soft breeze, lapping waves, a little guitar music wafting through the air and warm sand between your toes! A February 2nd Howl at the Moon beach party on Bald Head Island was a little bit different. It was more...

The most wonderful time of the year

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month, but I’ve always thought it was February. It’s such a drab, dreary, cold time stuck in between Christmas and spring. Apparently, others have been less than thrilled with it, too, since it is the shortest...

One scar in place of many

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Like just about everybody else my age, I have a round, pockmarked scar on my upper left arm. A smallpox vaccination was mandatory before a child started school. I hated the big, ugly brown scab that seemed to take forever to fall off, but I would...

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...