You know what kind of place this is. You can tell by the information rack in the doorway, bulging with real estate guidebooks and Auto Weekly newspapers. A metal “Seat yourself” sign points you to the interior of the restaurant.
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Ten years ago, when my dad retired, he went to Tractor Supply in Asheboro and Southside Hardware in High Point and bought the following: one dozen 55-gallon galvanized, metal trash cans; four 30-gallon galvanized, metal trash cans; two 18-gallon galvanized,
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Outside the southwest city limits of Asheboro, N.C. Highway 49 — a connector between Raleigh and Charlotte — splits. Veer off to the right, past the old Yates Country Ham building and the Asheboro Animal Hospital, and you’re traveling on
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This February issue is special to us. In our own expression of love for North Carolina, we created five original cakes that, to our knowledge, don’t exist anywhere outside the pages of this magazine.
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Some people look at snow and see all of its pitfalls: its potential for destruction, its hazards and dangers, its ability to bring small towns to their knees. Some people look at snow and see all its beauty and how it covers all the imperfections in a landscape.
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Christmas came to my house on December 1, the day my mom hung the Advent calendar on the closet door in the hallway. For the next 24 days, I unwrapped the tiny presents that appeared in the little pockets. The
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For 17 days in autumn, I sat in the waiting room of the surgical ICU at Moses Cone Hospital in Greensboro while my dad lay in a hospital bed, intubated with a ventilator, a machine breathing for him. It was
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On the first Friday night in October — the eve of the Asheboro Fall Festival — about a dozen men from the Randolph Cattlemen’s Association hauled their blackened barbecue smokers up a grassy hill across from the courthouse and set
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To get to Little Texas Fish Camp from my house in Randolph County, you had to cross a one-lane bridge that ran beside a dam. The bridge was past the round of a curve, and it was tricky business to
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My grandmother always knew when a storm was coming. If we had the windows open in the house, or if we were out in the yard digging in her garden, she would smell it first. “It’s going to come up
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