The North Carolina Gazetteer proves that the stories behind how many of our state’s towns were named are almost as entertaining as the names themselves.
On bread, milk, and North Carolina’s complicated relationship with winter weather.
AM radio is fine if you’re looking for hog prices or want to listen to monophonic versions of Christmas songs. But, if you’re a teenager in a small North Carolina town in the ’70s, you want — you need — FM.
Even though our state motto is Latin, nothing is lost in translation.
In the ’60s and ’70s, Williams Lake and Lake Artesia became weekend hotspots for teens looking to put on their shagging shoes and let loose.
A family reunion at the beach is a five-step process. To pull it off requires ample planning, a little patience, and, more often than not, a lot of air freshener.
Handheld and made to last (and last and last), convenience-store fried pies hold a special place in the hearts of many.
Small-town holiday parades impart memories that last a lifetime — from the sound of marching bands to the sight of beauty queens atop hot rods to the unexpected treat that distinguishes one spectacle from the other.
It already holds the title of state carnivorous plant, and at least one person thinks the swamp-dwelling insect eater should hold the title of official flower, too.