In the best of all possible worlds, I would have a poop valet. On our walks around the neighborhood, he would follow a few steps behind Ace and me, keeping quiet, and waiting to spring into action when his services were…
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Reynolds: The man, the smokes, the legacy
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So he played a big role in getting a nation hooked on cigarettes. So he was the richest man in the state of North Carolina. So he was the sort of fat cat businessman from whom I tend to initially…
Visiting Reynolda, with your dog
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Reynolda — though it lacks any leash-free areas — is a great place to spend time with your dog. You don’t want to take him or her to Reynolda House, an art museum now featuring an exhibit by famed railroad…
Something to quack about
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A new generation of Woestenducks entered the world Saturday, when the eggs laid by the duck named after my mother cracked open and at least eight — maybe more — ducklings emerged. I was visiting Arbor Acres, the duck-crazy retirement community…
Why drinking and bricklaying don’t mix
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We don’t see either Jesus or the Virgin Mary in this — and nobody else does, either. While strolling in downtown Winston-Salem, Ace and I came across this seeming testament to how not to lay bricks. It’s the side of…
Revealed: My once and future crib
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I believe there is an interior decorator within all of us. I would like the one within me to leave now. That’s because he’s an annoying little twit who’s spending too much of my time and money in his attempt…
Roadside Encounters: Elsie
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Name: Elsie Age: Almost 6 months Breed: German shepherd/beagle mix Encountered: At Reynolda Village, in Winston-Salem, N.C. Backstory: Adopted two months ago by a young couple, Elsie bumped into Ace, quite literally, as we rounded a corner in a collection…
Settling in at the ancestral homeplace
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I think my paper towels — flowery as they are — say it best. We’re moved — not settled, but moved – into the apartment in Winston-Salem, N.C., in which my parents lived when I was born. After 40 different residences…
Out of the mansion: Leaving Barkley behind
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Ace and I have fully moved out of the mansion basement we spent more than a month living in — and while he’s not missing the stairs, and I’m not missing living underground, we are both missing Lord Barkley, the…
I can’t drive 2.5
by John Woestendiek • • 1 Comment
It’s one of the things you do when you’re in Winston-Salem. You see the giant coffee pot. You eat some Krispy Kreme Donuts. You take a picture of the big downtown building that looks like a penis. And you stroll…