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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I'm not here

I wish I were here, because this is perfect patio weather, and The Filling Station's patio is a personal favorite.

However, I am stuck at home finishing The World's Most Artistic and Original Doorstop. You will see it tomorrow. Trust me - it's worth the wait.

The Old Fourth Street Filling Station
(Opens with music. Really odd music, too.)

It's a lot like Paris

I would enjoy my walks here so much more if they weren't punctuated by dog poop.

Reynolda Gardens

Promises something for everyone

The youngest was enchanted by the little man with the mustache at the Harris Teeter at Whitaker Square. The youngest is clearly Old School.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Ooh, la, la! Le Bon Fire!

Tomorrow is the last day for non-Jaycees to buy tickets and get the $5 discount to this year's Outback on the Farm, which will take place on Friday, October 10th from 6:30 - 10, with food from Outback Steakhouse, a bonfire, live music, s'mores, and hayrides, all benefiting The Children's Home.

complete info
The Winston-Salem Jaycees
The Children's Home

Al fresco at Cat's Corner Cafe

I'm trying to convince my friend B. F. to cut out of work and go shoot 9-ball. She is resistant, alas. Something about "responsibility", "a paycheck", and "the economy". Clearly, she hasn't yet heard about the bailout.

Cat's Corner Cafe
Recreation Billiards (opens with music)

T minus 2 days

My Dixie Classic entries have to be turned in on Wednesday. I've had a MAJOR setback on my doorstop, but no worries, it's still going to rock with a vengeance. However the decorated apple may not happen. It's a time crunch, people, and I think we can all agree that the Artistic and Original Doorstop competition takes priority.

On a happy note, while at A.C. Moore this morning purchasing materials to remedy said major setback, I came across quite the deal on one of the oldest's Christmas gifts.

Aren't they fantastical? They're comic strip drawing pads, with the basic rectangular outline predrawn, plus measurement hatches along the edges, etc. They were on sale for half price, so $5.50 each. COUP!

The oldest will be in heaven, since his career plan for the last two years has been to be the world's first combination automotive engineer/comic strip writer. (The youngest, when queried, will tell you he is already a firefighter.)

Jon Scieszka, Gennifer Choldenko, Louis Sachar

Those three. Those are the authors whose names I toss out when someone tells me his or her second, third, or fourth grader is a reluctant reader at best. To be read in that order, starting with the original Time Warp Trio books by Jon Scieszka in second grade. Those the child can read on his/her own. Jon Scieszka's picture books, though, are really meant to be savored and shared with others, because they are delicious.

The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
'Ready, Set, GO!' –
The Children's Theatre of Winston-Salem's
FREE Season Kick-off Event
Sunday, October 5, 2008 @ 4pm @ Reynolds Auditorium
Reception @ 5pm

Everyone knows the story of the Three Little Pigs, right? Three piggies build houses, but two of them choose lousy materials and get devoured by a Big Bad Wolf. The third builds with brick and lives to see another day. The End. But have we heard the whole truth, or is this porcine propaganda? Jon Scieszka raises that question in this brilliant parody of The Three Little Pigs, brought exuberantly to the stage by Robert Kauzlaric. This rock 'n' roll musical finds the Big Bad Wolf on trial for his purported deeds, and, believe me, he has an entirely different version of the story. The audience becomes the jury and helps decide: guilty or not guilty!! Your vote could change the fate of the Big Bad Wolf (or, is it the poor, innocent Wolfie) forever...

Reynolds Auditorium

The Children's Theatre of Winston-Salem
Jon Scieszka

*The oldest, thankfully, is a voracious reader. He is a VERY reluctant writer, though. Go figure.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Coming soon to Thruway...

Francesca's, which seems to have a lot in common stylewise with current Thruway tenants Stein Mart and Chico's.

Thruway Center

Bulking Up

Really the only bad purchase decision was the fourpack of Ballpark bun length, all beef hot dogs last summer. My failure to check the expiration date and calculate what the rate of consumption would need to be led to an informal, in-home hotdog festival of sorts, where the first option for lunch everyday for a few weeeks was "How 'bout a hotdog?"

But for parmesan, Saltines, baking soda, juice boxes, snack foods for Scout dens, granola bars, entire seasons of CSI: Miami on DVD (truly the best comedy show ever), and one new computer monitor, we have loved our Costco membership.

The last few weeks, though, my admiration for Costco has changed and become something new. I'll call it, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, for still having plenty of gas, no gallon restrictions, and no ridiculously long lines." I find myself checking my gas gauge every time I come near Hanes Mall Boulevard and turning up that driveway if I'm a quarter tank or more down. And I don't necessarily go inside and shop anymore; "a Costco run" in our house has become synonymous with "a fill-up".

Two more weeks is what I've heard, two more weeks before fuel availability returns to normal. Two more weeks until I start thinking of Costco again in terms of giant bags of rice, stacks of Lilly Pulitzer toddler dresses, and hot food samples in little pill cups.


Saturday, September 27, 2008

Location, location, location

I get why some of the more avid Wake fans especially might enjoy the idea of planting their family tree in a property on campus. Really, I do*.

...but as someone who has occasionally forgotten appointments until just beforehand, whose children have at various points needed rather speedy medical attention, who frankly has just sometimes had an urgent need for a specific imported cheese, I have a question...

What does one do if one lives on Faculty Drive yet needs to leave quickly during gridlock, when Wake's campus is jammed bumper-to-bumper, backpack-to-backpack? Like move-in weekend, homecoming weekend, graduation weekend, any basketball weekend, any football weekend, et cetera, et cetera...

(The only solution I can come up with is that one hotfoots it out one's back door, trots down Old Town's golf course, skirting the clubhouse so as not to be seen, then hops fences and cuts through yards until one comes out on Maya Angelou's street, on which one has fortuitously stashed a moped for just such an occasion.)

Wake Forest University
Old Town Club
Maya Angelou

*This is a bald-faced lie. I went to a university with no football team and a sports center named for a Middle Eastern arms-dealer. School spirit to the degree to which it is taken by ACC alumni is a mind-boggling concept to me.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Brookstown, off Fourth

1. I love this alleyway. Lovelovelove.
2. I would love it anyway for the lines and proportions alone, but additionally, this is, bar none, the cleanest alleyway I've ever seen, and that includes various faux alleyways at Disney.

Dioli's Italian Market

Contrary to the Dinner Belle's experiences, my friend A.D. and I enjoyed our sandwiches immensely. Sadly we had no room for dessert, which means we'll be back soon hopefully.


Ramp from Robinhood onto Silas Creek southbound

I've only ever been in one car accident involving another vehicle (minor - I was rear ended on Robinhood two Halloweens ago), but my brother and I were in the car when my mother accidentally drove it OFF THE EDGE OF THE BLUE RIDGE PARKWAY. I survived, obviously. We all did, but we never let her forget it.

Winston-Salem Police Department Accident/Crash reports online

Downtime at work today?

Watch a demo from Out of Our Minds Animation Studios, a local outfit, right here in Winston on Fourth Street.

If you have even more downtime, go watch clips of their shorts. They're pretty impressive, no? (Fair warning: if Emma is the old lady, she's not so sweet.)

That said, the output of these kids in the Sawtooth animation class is awesome, too.

There are animation classes for kids in grades 3 through 10 - and many other classes for all ages - starting soon at Sawtooth.

Sawtooth Center for Visual Art
Out of Our Minds Animation Studios

Thursday, September 25, 2008

For Sale

The original site of Summit School (1933 - 1946), on Summit Street between Fourth and Fourth-and-a-Half

A very brief history of Summit School

I don't know...

In response to roughly 4 kablillion emails:

I've never shopped in one, so you tell me: does this buildout at Thruway look like a Trader Joe's to you?

Baskin Robbins next door is gone now, so certainly there is room, even with Talbots on the other side, but wow, the traffic will be nightmarish if this is it. The other buildout, in the other building where the library once was, would be a much better location.


Thruway Center
Trader Joe's

Intriguing background (forgive the pun)

I was born and lived most of my life in rural Ohio in the largest Amish community in the world. I am very thankful for my Amish heritage and the values instilled in me like honesty, hard work, loyalty, neighborliness and fair dealings.
-Fred Gingerich, owner of Eaglewood Treeworks

As well as offering trimming and pruning, stump removal, land clearing, storm cleanup services and the like locally, Eaglewood Treeworks partners with a faith-based non-profit to help plant trees in deforested areas of Kenya.

Eaglewood Treeworks

"Lucy, are you OK?"

"Ye-es? Why?"

C.'s daughter jabbers in the background, her words inaudible. "Because this afternoon I drove past your house, and I swear you looked like you were limping up the driveway."

"Oh! I was! Why didn't you stop?"

"Because we were running late for gymnastics. And your back was turned, so..."

"So you thought you could sneak by," I say pointedly.

C. refuses to be shamed. "Yes. Anyway, why were you limping?"

"Because I slammed my knee against the front door jamb trying to stop a runaway dog."

"Oh, no! Which one? Pep? Salsa?"


There's a full beat of silence before C. speaks.


"What? I opened the front door to check the mail and he headed out!"

"Isn't he like a thousand?"

"Um, 90 or so in dog years, yes. Deaf as all, too."

"And isn't his top speed basically a slow walk?"

"I know! But it was pure instinct to reach down and try to grab that weird overcoat layer of fur he has. And the wretched dog is so heavy now from living the good life that he's kind of like some sort of heavy boat plowing through the water. A tugboat maybe, or a barge."

"A freighter?" C. offers.

"Fine, a freighter. Anyway, once he has momentum, it's hard to stop him."

"How far would he have run, do you think?"

And now I start to laugh helplessly. C. starts to laugh, too.

"That's the worst part, C. - he probably wouldn't have even made it to the driveway steps before he would have had to lie down and rest."

We laugh together for a minute more.

"Oh, your poor knee," C. says finally, because good manners prevent her from saying, You are a fool.


Local Senior Dogs Available for Adoption

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


Reynolda Pres certainly looks better than it did last fall. I guess now it's just a matter of grass regrowing on the non-paved areas.

It looks like they've replaced the traditional, Reynolda Green trim with a different, darker color. I do wish they'd have kept those minor changes to a minimum, at least, in the name of rebuilding bridges.


Reynolda Presbyterian Church

For Rent: Ham Horton's house

Robinhood & Englewood

No evidence that George Washington slept here, but Ham Horton sure did.

Ham Horton

on Ham Horton Lane: Historic Bethania Visitor Center

I'm just a bill...

Target, Hanes Mall Blvd.

It's freezing in here. Are you trying to kill me?

Five now - I just counted. I have five friends housing aging parents or inlaws with various health or personality... considerations. I wonder if one day I'll live with one of my sons, drive his wife nuts with complaints about the thermostat settings and overcooked beef and such. I come from a long line of crusty, old souls, so probably.

The Elizabeth and Tab Williams Adult Day Center of Senior Services, Inc., provides a safe, caring environment for adults who need daily supervision, socialization and assistance with the activities of daily living. The Williams Center is a practical and appealing program for older adults who need specialized care but want to continue living in their own homes or community setting for as long as possible.


1st Wednesday of Every Month

6:00 to 9:00 P.M.

Loved ones will enjoy an evening of planned activities, and refreshments will be provided. Caregivers can enjoy an evening out! Cost: $10.00 Registration is required each month. Call 721-6949 or 721-6948 to register.

Senior Services

On sweets of long ago

candy counter, Brew Nerds, Fourth Street

My brother and I would jump on our bikes and pedal the four blocks to High's as soon as the money hit our hands. Our allowances weren't grand, but the freedom they gave us was delicious.

My brother almost always played Galaga first. I'd sometimes watch him and sometimes play Ms. Pacman, the other video game at High's, but truthfully, I wasn't very good. Even if I started my game after he started his, I finished before, so I'd usually squander only one quarter on games before turning to the candy bars.

My favorite candy was $100,000 Bar, which was the most decadent thing I'd ever tasted. If I'd somehow had false faith in my video game abilities and spent two quarters, I'd only have enough money to get a Lik-M Aid, whose tangy flavor powders I'd savor before eating what remained of the sugar sticks themselves. Sometimes my brother and I would pool our remaining cents to split a bag of Sugar Babies, but I was way too absorbed in my hedonistic delights to ever notice what else my brother bought.

Brew Nerds

Brew Nerds Blog

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Great Movies from Banned Books

Central Library will be presenting a series of free films from banned or challenged books. Movies will be screened in the Central Library Auditorium, and a discussion will follow each movie.

September 29th, 6:30 PM: In Cold Blood (R)
October 6th, 7 PM: The Color Purple (PG-13)
October 13th, 7 PM: Slaughterhouse Five (R)
October 20th, 6 PM: Lolita (NR)

Central Library

These boots were made for walking

Marshall Street

Maybe Scott Sexton? Tim Clodfelter? Anyway, someone at the Winston-Salem Journal had a piece a while back about his car getting booted, which piece I was reminded of by this car with boot sitting right outside the Journal offices.

Parking Regulation in Winston-Salem

edit, 1 pm: Found it! 'Twas Dan Galindo who wrote about being a parking scofflaw.

Hey, Mr. (or Ms.) Clean!

Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful is looking for volunteers to clean local waterways during this year’s annual Big Sweep, scheduled for Saturday, Oct. 4, from 9 a.m. to 12:30 p.m.

Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful plans to target more than 30 sites this year, including Peters Creek, Silas Creek, Salem Creek, Monarcas Creek, Mill Creek, Tanner’s Run, Salem Lake and the Yadkin River.

For more information or to volunteer, call Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful at 727-8013 or e-mail georges@cityofws.org. All supplies and lunch are provided.

online volunteer form
Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful

Monday, September 22, 2008

Local animal notes

ATTN: Neighbor

Please do not stare at me in horror when you walk by. I am not lobbing a beer bottle for Salsa to fetch. It's a dog toy. In fact, it's about the best dog toy ever in terms of indestructibility. You can get one, too, at Pawsh.

Thank you,


ATTN: Person in Rural Hall who is missing a goat

He's at the shelter. Surely you've noticed his absence by now. He's been with Animal Control for two days already.


What's on your desktop?

Now it can be.... (drumroll, please)


That's right, with genuine Winston-Salem wallpapers, your desktop will look more fetching than ever before! City Hall in springtime! Salem Lake in autumn! Not one, but two, TWO Dixie Classic photos!

Madness that they're just giving these away. Madness, I tell you.

Grab one!

Kicks & Grins, Miller Street

ASL "I love you" cookie cutter

ecrandal originals, handmade cookie cutters

Live from simplyummy

Bo is pontificating on the market. His prediction for today: "potentially amphibious".


Saturday, September 20, 2008

Absolutely nothing

We're having a grand time in the backyard today. For a while my husband and the boys played Ninja Ball, some game they made up that involves stylized martial arts moves, a rather jaunty, blow-up beach ball, and lots of slow-mo, fake falls.

Now the children have dragged their beanbags out of their clubhouse and are sitting on them, reading Ripley's Believe It or Not books in the sun. My husband's gone to get something "grill-worthy" for dinner.

As for me, I've spent today picking at the garden's last hurrah, dabbling on fair entries, and enjoying doing absolutely nothing.

Was his name-o

The Other L.C. dragged me out last night, promising excitement, dramatic intrigue, and a chance to dance with glory.

The Other L.C. is a LIAR.

...but I did have fun in spite of the fact that my board was clearly the losingest board in the history of the game.
THE QUEEN OF BINGO: A comedy by Jeanne Michels and Phyllis Murphy; 8 p.m. Sept. 19, 20, 26 and 27 and Oct. 2 through 4, 4 p.m. Sept. 21 and 28 and Oct. 5; Korner's Folly, 413 S. Main St., Kernersville. Presented by Kernersville Little Theatre. Reservations required. Admission $19, $17 for seniors and students. Call 336-993-6556 or see www.kltheatre.com

Friday, September 19, 2008

You people are loons, but I dig y'all anyway

I love that I can blog about local history and churches and memories and such, but then the topic that generates the most email is my apparent failure to provide frequent enough photo updates on a yard mushroom.

There. It's bacon fat color again. Barf.

previously previously

The Buena Vista Garden, by Yarddawg

Esbee note: Yarddawg, traveling hither, thither, and yon this week, sends along an amazing article (with recipes!) he found for those of us blessed with a certain crop in our yards...

How do you tell the difference between a native Southerner and a Yankee transplant?

Start with a muscadine. You know, one of those taut, pingpong-ball grapes that show up in stores between August and October.


Go Marching In

skylight, simplyummy

Little known fact: My husband has been a die-hard Saints fan ever since he attended university in New Orleans. To amuse him, I put fleurs-de-lis all over the house. Small ones, though, discreetly placed in backsplashes, light fixtures and such, and never in black or gold.

These are large, boldly placed, and gold (I believe, hard to tell with the light). That said, I love them, and if I had a skylight myself, I'd be tempted to copy the idea.

Reynolda Rd. across from The Children's Home

This is some serious bamboo, y'all. We need to import some pandas.

Local History

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Zip Zap Zam! Zip Zap Zam!

North Spring Street

That was one of the games we played on the long drives we made every summer from DC to Maine and back again: Zip Zap Zam Zooey.

Zip = VW bug = 25 pts.
Zip Zap = red VW bug = 50 pts.
Zip Zap Zam = VW van = 75 pts.
Zip Zap Zam Zooey = red VW van = 100 pts.

We also played "Find the letters of the alphabet in order one by one on signs you pass". And then I personally played a game called, "Try Not to Get Carsick", which I invariably lost, often more than once.

Fresh Market, Robinhood Rd

I found him

I found my grandfather.

Milton Blair Cash, Sr., 50, of 702 Summit Street, died at a local hospital yesterday afternoon from self-inflicted bullet wounds.

Death came 26 hours after the prominent manufacturers' agent shot himself twice at the downtown Twin City Club on Wednesday morning.

- The Winston-Salem Journal
August 2, 1946

You have to understand that he was rarely spoken of in my family. We knew one word - suicide - and even that was only said in whispers when my father wasn't in the room. Otherwise, it was as if my grandfather had been erased. I had no grandfather who had no grave.

We filled in what we believed to be the details using our imaginations and perceived overheard remarks. As the youngest cousin, I was the last recipient of the older cousins' hand-me-down non-truths, magnified and distorted, like a horrible game of Telephone.

Rarely would my father mention him. Once a few years ago when we were driving downtown, my father gestured out the passenger window at a building and said, "That's where he did it." He didn't say who "he" was or what "it" was, and he didn't have to. I knew not to ask for more information.

I've been slowly and quietly unraveling the tale. There's still more that I don't know than do know, but at least now I have an ending place. Salem Cemetery, just where I hoped.

Twin City

In the early part of 1879, The Rev. Henry A. Brown, the white pastor of the then Winston Baptist Church*, along with his deacons, assisted the Rev. George W. Holland and other African-American congregants in the organizing of the first African-American Baptist church in the city of Winston, First Baptist Church.

*In 1892, Winston Baptist Church (white), later known as Second Street Baptist Church, applied to the North Carolina General Assembly for a change in the name of their church. The name that they sought was "First Baptist Church". The legislature granted their request in 1893 and thus Winston had two First Baptist Churches, one white and one African American, the first of which was organized by African Americans at Sixth and Chestnut Streets in 1879.

-from "A Brief History of First Baptist Church"

First Baptist Church's current facility is located at 700 North Highland Avenue. They installed their tenth pastor, Rev. Darryl W. Aaron, last Sunday.

First Baptist Church
The other First Baptist Church

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Arbor @ Buena Vista

The pea soup trim does nothing to mitigate it. In fact, it renders the ginormous addition even more ugsome. Astounding but true.

Dewey's Bakery Thruway

I know it's hard to believe, but I'm here for Dixie Classic entry materials.

We live! (for now)

In response to numerous email queries, no, The Killer Mushroom has not yet eaten our house. It has, however, turned quite orange. I believe that means the homicidal rampage will begin anon.

Or it could be that the commenter whose husband said it was chicken-of-the-woods is right. Though actually, I think it's this relative.


I wonder if this year's flu shot will be any better. Last year's bombed. Then we had that massive flu outbreak.

I'm still not getting one either way.

at right, Walgreen's on Cloverdale

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Local Graffiti

Broad and Fourth

So clean, so organized...

...so not a bargain trove anymore.

I love the way the new HanesBrands store at Thruway looks, but I can't seem to find any outrageously low-priced deals. It's sort of sterile, too; it feels like shopping at Target, only with fewer departments and no popcorn/drink combo.

I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the sound of factory carts going overhead.

If it were a Sunday

If it were a Sunday, this weather would be perfect. We could wear jammies all day, sip hot cider and spread the newspaper out or curl up with a book, watch a movie on TV with a blanket over our laps, maybe even catch a nap. We could just be.

I love pouring rain, just not on Tuesdays.

An apple a day

Heritage Apples are the apples of our Grandparents and Great-grandparents. Their uses were varied--for drying, frying, fresh eating, Halloween treats, baking, brandy, cider (hard and sweet), vinegar, livestock feed, and much more. The diversity of their shapes, sizes, colors, textures, tastes and times of ripening was amazing. For every early farm family an extensive orchard was essential. As more and more land was settled, a well developed orchard was a sure sign that civilization had reached the American frontier.

These old timey apples are part of our agricultural heritage, but they are rapidly being lost forever. The trees are being cut down and the older people who remember the apple names are passing away. The window to still find and save these wonderful apples is rapidly closing.

Tom Brown will be speaking about his search for "lost" Heritage Apples at local libraries over the next two months. There will also be apple tastings at these events.

September, 23, Lewisville Library @ 7 pm
October 6, Clemmons Library @ 11 am
October 14, Rural Hall Library @ 7 pm
October 21, Kernersville Library @ 7 pm
November 4, Central Library @ 7 pm

Tom Brown's website - "Apple Search"

(announcer voice) Friday, Friday, Friday

Ms. Thang at :39 is hula hoopin' the heck out of the block.

Rock the Block

Monday, September 15, 2008

Most horrific yard mushroom EVER

Yes, that is a 12 inch ruler.

Prepare for doorstop shock and awe

A.C. Moore, Hanes Mall Blvd.

The Buena Vista Garden, by Yarddawg

Once upon a time I assume tobacco was grown somewhere within the friendly confines of Buena Vista. There are a few fields still grown within the city limits of Winston-Salem like this one on South Main Street.

Tobacco has played a remarkable and beneficial role in the development of this city, the surrounding area and across North Carolina. The most common type grown in these parts is Flue Cured aka Bright Leaf.

This advertisement copyrighted 1933 was found in a local tobacco warehouse. Find it here unless Esbee's crack legal team deems it either inappropriate or PG-13 according to her August 15th "Huh?" post. Nevertheless the ad says Camel's Costlier Tobaccos Never Get On Your Nerves. But a fellow restaurant patron (sitting in the smoking section) DID NOT agree with this ad when a friend fired up a Camel. The friend was figuratively (G-rated version) asked to walk much more than a mile to satisfy the urge if you know what I mean.

Quoting Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that".

Esbee note: Crack legal team guffawed.

Eating for a good cause

On Monday, September 15th, the Village Tavern will give a percentage of its proceeds to the Winston-Salem Foundation in honor of Matthew Gfeller. This applies to both lunch and dinner at both Winston-Salem Village Tavern locations: Reynolda Village and Hanes Mall Blvd.

Please tell all of your family and friends about this generous offer and encourage them to dine at a Village Tavern on the 15th! Direct donations may be made to the Matthew Alan Gfeller Memorial Fund at http://www.wsfoundation.org/

The Village Tavern
(opens with music)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The red-headed clown was there

This afternoon the oldest and I attended the ceremonial groundbreaking for the Ronald McDonald House expansion.

I had a bottle of water. He enjoyed a snow cone, popcorn, ice cream, and cake. Another mom asked me why I wasn't having any, and I explained that I was entering a critical stage of yum-denial in preparation for my beloved Dixie Classic. She said she'd never been to it, not even once, so I started telling her about the maple sugar cotton candy and the amazing milk from the milk council people and the crazy good candy apples and such. I guess I got a little giddy, because she looked vaguely alarmed by my enthusiasm and sort of scooted off quickly.


"...And that's how you know fall is really coming."

I walk up just in time to hear the oldest say this to the youngest. The youngest nods, meanders back to his place in the sun, hunkers down with trucks, sticks, and sand. He coughs once, and the oldest and I both flinch, then wait to see if he coughs again.

When he doesn't, I turn to the oldest. "How? How do you know fall is coming?" I ask.

He points to the magnolia tree. "The grenade things start to turn pink. After that the red eye seeds come out. Then they lose their fur, and after that is when you can throw them."

It's not the most scientific description I've ever heard, but still, I'm proud. My observant, imaginative, wonderful boy.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

It was la bomba diggity

The oldest and I went to FIESTA, an annual, downtown street festival put on by the Hispanic League.

I'd show you a photo of the plate of Puerco Yucateco I brought home to my husband (who stayed home with the youngest, still under the weather), but my husband pretty much inhaled it while making contented, little mewing noises. I'll offer you this much, though: if you ever want to have Yucatecan food catered in Winston-Salem, look no further than "Du Mexique". Sadly no webpage, but 336-416-7175.

Hispanic League

Local Installation Art

Marshall Street

Friday, September 12, 2008

Crime Wave

The rash of political sign thefts continues unabated, at least in BV and Sherwood according to my email. I understand the signs themselves aren't worth much, but hi, y'all, it's the principle of the thing. Respect the right of others to disagree. And then recognize that stealing signs won't change anyone's vote.

Seriously, I have never seen/heard of this happening so rampantly before.


Wake Forest University's Museum of Anthropology will officially open their Día de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) exhibit next Tuesday, September 16th. Since this is my favorite holiday/decorative schema, bar none...

Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C

...I of course went today to beat the crowds.

I'll take the boys back individually over the next few weeks to maximize my shopping opportunities.

more info