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Because I grew up in a rational, orderly household with dinner at six-thirty, laundry done on Saturday mornings, cars washed, yards mowed, house painted… furniture waxed and polished. I ironed the linen. My father’s handkerchiefs, the heavy tablecloths, curtains. Every item reduced to rectangles or squares. Flat, starched, blazing white. Orderly. As I became more responsible, I ironed dress shirts. Chinese laundry style. Collar, cuffs, back seam, shoulder… arms, front, back pleat. Starched, folded, orderly and flat… square. ... read more

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Kyle just couldn't take it when Dale died. He took it personal, like the loss of a family member. And Kyle, he was a Jeff Gordon fanatical type, but he said everyone, no matter whether you's for Rusty or Dick Trickle, well, you was for Dale in the back of your mind. He, Dale I mean, could win and you wouldn't have no bad feelings. Dale always deserved it. ... read more

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We bought an Apple TV last spring, liked it enough to purchase a second one for the upstairs TV. I mean... $99 bucks for crap's sake. All that Netflix goodness, the podcasts (Give me this day my Daily Ted) and newly released movies right there at the click of a pretty little Apple button. Apple TV gives me British mysteries, those fabulous Elizabeth George "Inspector Lynley" ones and more from BBC. ... read more

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Inspired by Irene

A new exhibit by artists

from all over Eastern North Carolina

Call for artwork.

Did you create any artwork while you were inside waiting for the storm to pass by? Did you finally get back into your studio afterwards, and create something that was inspired by the Hurricane or the disaster that was left behind? Or were you moved by all the helping hands that were there to help people pick up all the pieces of their lives scattered by Irene? ... read more

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You think you do. Know stuff, I mean. Forty really isn't when it kicks in, knowledge, but you begin to catalog events and objects, people and places. You don't contemplate it all because you're busy with kids, careers, where to live ... your every day moves on to the next day. You began to process the acquired knowledge when you hit your mid-fifties. When kids become real humans, persons. When you look in the mirror and really, honestly, can't understand who the fuck you're looking at because that sure as hell isn't you ... is it? Oh God, it is me. And you can count the dead who've begun to fall by the wayside of your every day. ... read more

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