OK, Moore County. You wanted live theater? You're looking at live theater. Puh-leeze don't fail to support it this time.
What's Chechnya to us? Or we to Chechnya? When I worked in Russia back in the mid-1990s, I was very much aware of the anxiety Russians felt toward that seethingly rebellious province in the Caucasus mountain region. But until a couple of weeks ago, I never dreamed that we over here in America would ever have any reason to worry about that obscure land, about which most of us know little and care even less.
When it comes to developments like last week's horrendous events in Boston, where do today's young people get their news? The answer might surprise you.
"Have youse decided yet?" the friendly, middle-aged blonde waitress asked as daughter Kate and I sat looking at our menus.
I'm proud to be a North Carolinian OK? And back in the 1980s and early '90s, I was proud to be a resident of Rowan County. That's why it is doubly irksome that somebody has come along and done something so idiotic that it ends up as material for late-night comics and makes me feel almost embarrassed to have any connection to either of those places.
Louie Scribner misses the days when kids "were totally self-entertaining" - when "we were told to 'go play outside' and we did just that."
As soon as I saw Glenn M. Sides' "Balancing Act" photograph on our front page of Feb. 15, showing a young woman walking on the railroad track near the Southern Pines depot, I knew from experience that The Pilot would get some grief.
Jack Mahan, now of Pinehurst, remembers the day back in the 1950s when, as a high school student ushering at a Washington Senators season opener, he looked down from his perch behind the dugout in Griffith Stadium to see a middle-aged gentleman walking up some steps.
Since I'm writing this on Presidents Day, a rather silly, manufactured holiday, I hereby ask what might be a rather silly question of our readers:
Two weeks ago, I mentioned some of the many gender barriers that have fallen in my lifetime, capped with the recent decision to allow American women the dubious honor of being accepted into combat.