The air is thick, sweet and still at Reba & Roses, a plant nursery in Hillsborough, the day’s location for the independent feature film Dog Nights, which has been in production around the Triangle the entire month of June. In the nursery, two actors square off, waist deep in a patio full of roses, broiling […]
David Fellerath
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Deep Pockets
So your local state senator rarely ventures out to meet his constituents, frequently misses votes and is rated 50th of 50 senators in job performance. It should be a simple matter for an energetic upstart to unseat him, right? Wrong. In North Carolina’s 36th Senate district, Jim Crew is finding out just what a Herculean […]
Home town
Have you seen the article about Asheville and prayer in high-school football games in the Sept. 25 issue of The New Yorker? That was my high school. I thought Mark Singer did a decent job, giving the community a lot of credit. Truth is, Asheville has changed tremendously since I grew up there. Today’s Asheville […]
Pittsboro resistance
The other morning I found myself in Pittsboro with time to kill. I had a coffee and pastry in the truly fabulous Pittsboro General store–a café-cum-health food store that occupies a former auto showroom. Two uncomplaining hours fell by the wayside as I devoured essential facts about Mena Suvari, Zadie Smith and Paul Thomas Anderson […]
High Cost of Living
On Tuesday, June 20, with little comment and no fanfare, the Orange County Board of Commissioners approved $122.4 million in appropriations for the 2000-2001 fiscal year. Buried deep in the allocations was a small bone for local housing activists: $250,000 to support the development efforts of area nonprofit housing groups like Habitat for Humanity, EmPOWERment, […]
My new window
Thursday morning, May 25, finds me and Mario attacking a large clay embankment with pickaxes. Our crew is building an exercise facility for the Duke Faculty Club. It is 10 a.m., but the air is moist and motionless. Our shirts are drenched. “Is it lunchtime yet?” I grumble between swings of my instrument. Mario, who […]

