by Celia Rivenbark | Apr 17, 2017 | Weekly Column |
Now that President Trump has promised to resuscitate the dying coal industry (“There’s a little black spot on my lung todaaaaay”), what’s next? Mandatory installation of cow-catchers on Amtrak trains? Seems about right. What about...
by Celia Rivenbark | Apr 10, 2017 | Weekly Column |
The only upside to the Trump presidency I see is a renewed fire in the belly among those of us of a certain age who haven’t protested in a Very Long Time. At first, we almost mistook the fire for reflux. This renewed passion for politics is here to...
by Celia Rivenbark | Apr 3, 2017 | Weekly Column |
I live near the world’s cutest, coolest little independent bookstore. It’s in an old cotton warehouse made hip years ago by the addition of shops selling things like vinyl records, moustache wax, handmade jewelry and incense. Lucky me....
by Celia Rivenbark | Mar 27, 2017 | Weekly Column |
When I was a little kid, the highlight of every summer was to pile into our sea-green Oldsmobile Delta 88 and head south three hours to Myrtle Beach, S.C., for a long weekend at Waikiki Village. The two-story “motor lodge” was exotic with its...
by Celia Rivenbark | Mar 20, 2017 | Weekly Column |
So apparently passing a highway patrolman who is stopped on the side of the road with his lights on is a big deal. How big, you ask? Well, in the great state of North Carolina, it’s $438 worth of big deal. Crappitydoodah. Did you know that even...
