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Latest budget cuts hit a sour note

I have a long history with the North Carolina education system. I went through public school in Wake Forest. My children went to school here, and I have grandchildren currently enrolled. My parents were both teachers, and while I didn’t follow them into the teaching profession, I...
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Not all ’possums sleep in the road, bless your heart

If you see a female person wearing a T-shirt, probably pink, with G.R.I.T.S. on the front, it has nothing to do with food. It stands for Girl Raised in the South, of which I am one. I don’t have the proper T-shirt, because I’m not big on shirts with writing on them, but I do know...

Saving his corner of the world

I blame it on my years working for this newspaper, when it was my job to talk to strangers and ask questions, but I can’t seem to help speaking to people while standing in line, sitting in a waiting room, wandering through a museum or wherever. That’s how I met the man who is...

Jane a brilliant navigator

We made a new best friend while we were in England. Her name was Jane, and she was the navigation system that lived in the rental car. She led us on motorways, across roundabouts, down country lanes and narrow byways, into parking lots, to restaurants and gardens, through...

Be kind to your eonians

There are some beautiful words in the English language — like serendipity, lullaby, silver, butterfly, liltingly. There are also some really ugly words — like concrete, fracking, fungus, crankshaft and cod. Most words are neither beautiful nor ugly, but every now and then there...

Dead iron becomes a pressing issue

by Jean McCamy I have never been fond of irons. I think this may be hereditary because I always understood that my maternal grandmother warned my father, before marriage, that while my mother was a very bright and talented woman, she would be a total disaster where ironing his...

Dancing the night away

Ever since I stood on my daddy’s toes at age four while he swept us around the room in time to music, I have loved dancing. I thoroughly enjoyed my years of ballet and tap lessons from Wake Forest’s own Rockette and multi-generational dance teacher Betty Holding, but it was...

ACC moves inland, and north

by Jean McCamy Before there was an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) basketball tournament and the ensuing March Madness, there was the Dixie Classic tournament that, for area sports fans, made Christmas almost anti-climactic. From 1949 to 1960, the annual Dixie Classic was played...
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Don’t mess with this Gamma, scamma’

by Jean McCamy The TV was on when the phone rang and I heard a somewhat muffled voice say, “Hi Gamma, it’s me. I need to talk to you.” Not hearing him very clearly, I said, “What?” “It’s me, your oldest grandson. I need to talk to you.” What grandmother would ignore that request?...

Good service is always appreciated

by Jean McCamy A lot of pithy sayings wander in on my e-mail.  Sometimes I nod, sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I forward and sometimes I snort and hustle them off to the trash bin. A recent favorite was a photograph of this sign: We offer three kinds of service: GOOD-CHEAP-FAST...

Impending storm? Let us eat pork!

My goodness, what a difference a week makes! If the forecasters are right, we are once again nudging the thermometer up toward 70 degrees. Think back to what it was like a week ago — snow and ice! When they were predicting it all and telling us that the ice was likely to cause...
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Of Spenser and Seuss

by Jean McCamy Robert B. Parker died in 2010 and I think I subconsciously put off reading Sixkill, the 39th and last Spenser novel, because I didn’t want to say goodbye. It was hard to turn the last page. Spenser fans have happily followed not only the lead character, but his...