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Being Southern: Holy Rollers
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Saturday, November 14, 2009. My grandmother was a Holy Roller. That's the pejorative label they give members of the primitive Apostolic Holiness Church. A large, stern woman, diabetic, with long gray hair she wore in a bun, my grandmother was a foot taller than my grandfather, or so it seemed. She had a beautiful name, Ursula, that my grandfather unintentionally butchered with his southern English. It came out, "Urshel". Suddenly, as I was in the middle of giggling with Johnny about something he had said...
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216 Red Stitches: Charlie Rocks -- My Kind of Outfielder
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013. Charlie Rocks - My Kind of Outfielder. A few years back, I wrote a piece about UNC right fielder, Garrett Gore, and his amazing catch against Clemson. I entitled the piece "G". And included in it a description of the Clemson home run he brought back into the park. Today, I read a news report from 100 years ago, May 26, 1913. I like it just as much as Garrett's catch. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow Me on Twitter. Follow Me on Twitter. He and his family currently resid...
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216 Red Stitches: Carolina Diamond Heels' Ridiculous Season
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013. Carolina Diamond Heels' Ridiculous Season. UNC's Diamond Heels have played 47 games. It takes a minute or two to let that sink in. It's ridiculous for a baseball record. Heck, most teams are capable of losing three games in a single weekend. They've outscored their opponents 416 to 130. Also ridiculous. And much of this without freshman phenom Skye Bolt, who broke a metatarsal several weeks back. Rumor at the Bosh last night was that he'll play again soon. Just a few years back, I...
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Locally Groan: The Family Plot
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Sunday, May 19, 2013. 8220;This is the Jones. Cemetery,” the old lady sitting in the chair to my left says. “You know that, right? Her look is stern and she says “Jones” with much drama. I hadn’t noticed her until she spoke. My wife and I drove the back roads of Casey County, Kentucky in her father’s pickup truck looking for a very old family plot called the Cochran Cemetery. We had come to celebrate her Dad’s 95. It was a fool’s errand. Excited, we drove to a nearby farmhouse. The farmer saw us in t...
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216 Red Stitches: June 2013
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013. Charlie Rocks - My Kind of Outfielder. A few years back, I wrote a piece about UNC right fielder, Garrett Gore, and his amazing catch against Clemson. I entitled the piece "G". And included in it a description of the Clemson home run he brought back into the park. Today, I read a news report from 100 years ago, May 26, 1913. I like it just as much as Garrett's catch. Thursday, June 13, 2013. Complicated Week of Scheduling (CWS). What’s the problem? Well, let’s start with t...
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Being Southern: 09/01/2010 - 10/01/2010
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Saturday, September 11, 2010. It's Just a Song. I wish I could have taken my friend, Terry, on a cross-country trip in a private jet and he could have taken me for a ride in the cab of his locomotive. That would have initiated a long discussion of the things we did and the people we knew growing up there and eased the remainder of the flight into Dulles. A long, happy discussion, no doubt. We got our bearings and decided to fish downstream, beyond the highway bridge, because the guys told us that upstrea...
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Being Southern: A Good Day Fly Fishing
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Thursday, June 11, 2009. A Good Day Fly Fishing. He had been napping in the passenger seat as I drove the interstate through rural Virginia farmlands, past their endless fields of grasses left brown by the August heat and lack of rain, but turning off the highway onto the dirt road was his wake-up call. He removed his earphones, laid his iPod down and then raised his seatback. Are we almost there, Dad? When did he get so damned big? What leader should I use, Dad? Yeah Are you going to use a popping bug?
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Being Southern: 01/01/2008 - 02/01/2008
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Tuesday, January 01, 2008. 8220;Did you hear that bird? 8220;That’s a quail over in that field,” he explained. “Some people call ‘em Bob White’s because it sounds like that’s what he’s saying. . . Bob Whieeet. Quail and whippoorwills seem to call when everything else is quiet. I remember them in the late day and early evening, before the bullfrogs and cicadas interrupted and they had the entire soundstage to themselves. 8220;What was that? 8221; my Dad asked. 8220;I think there’s somebody in the ti...
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Being Southern: 06/01/2007 - 07/01/2007
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Saturday, June 09, 2007. On June 9, 2007, the Tar Heels traveled to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to play the University of Alabama Crimson Tide, the winners of the Atlanta Regional in a “Super Regional” best of three series. Bama had beaten Troy twice to advance and would host the Super Regional against the Heels, and the winner would move on to the NCAA College World Series in Omaha. Josh was a sophomore All American shortstop batting over .400. That’s an amazing achievement at any level of basebal...8220;Fedex&...
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Locally Groan: 06/01/2013 - 07/01/2013
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Sunday, June 30, 2013. Take Two of These. It's Sunday and when I took my morning walk to downtown Chapel Hill this morning an old Kris Kristofferson song , Sunday Morning Coming Down. Stuck in my head. If you remember the lyrics. You won’t find that surprising. Maybe it was that line about the “Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken”. This is the South, after all, and Lord knows someone is always fryin’ something. Heck, over at Mama Dip’s Country Cooking they deep-fry the napkins. Awesome. I loved to...
