As I have said in previous blogs, I never take the blessing of travel for granted. We have been fortunate to gaze on breathtaking vistas...

Dr. Kevin Cherry, Vice President of the Richard Hampton Jenrette Foundation, former state historian of North Carolina, and this year's...

My son-in-law describes himself as a “car guy” and the more I’ve thought about it, so am I. Now, though I have done a brake job and...

by Robert Frost My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the...

It was 1963 when I saw it for the first time. I was 13 years old and it had just turned six. I was on my first trip to Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia with my parents. I remember walking into the theater at the Visitor’s Center and sitting down in one of the plush folding seats. A blue hue enveloped the dimly lit room and a little wall stood between me and the enormous screen. I remember wondering, am I going to be able to see the film with this wall in my way? But then the

It always seems we get behind in our movie watching. Suddenly the Academy Awards are upon us, and we have to cram for the exam. We don’t...