The United States enters World War II, and a column called “Watching Washington: News from the National Capital of Interest to Carolinians” becomes a prominent weekly feature. In our December 20, 1941, issue, a writer reflects on how “overnight the war wrought an electrifying change … When Hitler marched into the Rhineland and got away with it, this writer began to fear the worst. The worst has come to pass.”
From its northernmost point in Corolla to its southern terminus on Cedar Island, this scenic byway — bound between sound and sea — links the islands and communities of the Outer Banks.
For the owner of The Country Biscuit, welcoming diners is the fulfillment of a decades-long dream. And diners’ dreams come true when they try the glazed biscuit doughnut holes.
Black bears are the embodiment of North Carolina’s adventurous spirit, immense and wild.
After nearly a century — or just a couple of years — these seafood restaurants have become coastal icons, the places we know, love, and return to again and again.
