Over the years, my wife and I have told our sons many stories about exploits that happened when we were young … and often stupid.
I won’t reveal hers, but I might tell of sneaking out my bedroom window at night and riding my bike across town to play tennis at 2 in the morning. (It’s one reason we like our house with bedrooms high off the ground and creaky floors just outside our bedroom door, to deter efforts at “history repeating itself.”)
When you start a new business, you have to start a new email. That’s like covering a fork in peanut butter, leaving it in an open space and daring the ants to come.
I know about these guys, gals, organizations, who are in Nigeria or India or England or wherever they hide away from the rest of the world. Having worked in the newspaper business for seemingly eons, I’ve learned to ignore anything that looks not just suspicious, but also too good to be true. (No, I have not actually won the lottery in England in which my email address was pulled from a jar, nor has Bill Gates actually given me anything through some magical Microsoft drawing.)
As soon as I found Rob Herronen’s house down a narrow drive off of Spero Road, we were in his backyard checking out his train setup.
And a few minutes later, I was taking this photo, sitting on a flatbed rail car, being pulled down part of the 450 feet of track he has laid so far, about a third of the vision he has for his property.
I’ve known Jeff Lamb for a long time and I learned a few things I didn’t know in this issue’s interview, so hopefully you will, too.
One of the things I didn’t get in the story is he started a rotisserie fantasy baseball league in Asheboro back in the early ’80s. He did a little research on it and discovered it’s the third oldest league in the country. It’s still going, with eight of us (yes, I’m one) still duking it out. I joined somewhere in the late ’80s.
I did a few different things with this issue’s main interview subject, in the name of convenience for the reader, in the name of possible future ad sales, in the name of having a little bit of fun, and, perhaps most importantly, in the name of “because I can.” Continue reading Time to mix it up a little bit→
My wife is a big Beekman Boys fan, so we saw them at the Sunset Theatre. I didn’t know much about them — I had not seen their reality show; I did see the Amazing Race finale in which they brought home the million dollars — but I learned quite a bit at that fun Thursday night out in Asheboro.
I had thought about making Brent Ridge the focus of one of my interviews, but after listening to the audience questions and the answers, I decided instead that these fans of the guys had much better questions. So, why not just let their Q&A stand for my Q&A this time? After all, this paper is a product of a community effort; what better compliment than a community interview?
I’ve known the subject of this week’s “Everybody’s Got a Story” interview since she was an intern at The Courier-Tribune while I was editor there. I liked her energy and talent and kept her in the paper as a guest columnist. Finally, we had room for her as a reporter, and we brought her on. Continue reading When the ear twitches …→