An event called "Flight of Honor" sponsored by Rotary Club 7680 in Charlotte, flew over 100 World War II veterans to Washington D.C. for a tour of the World War II memorial. Upon returning at the airport, they were greeted by over 300 flag waving, hand shaking, cheering, people consisting of family, friends and other veterans. I was moved to tears as one of the W.W.II veterans was my father.

Rocky Mount NC

The cup

About a month ago, my favorite drinking cup had a mishap with gravity and I needed another one. This cup was a piece of pottery from the Seagrove area. It had dented sides that fit my hand perfectly. I bought my other cup several years ago........... and to remember where, out of a couple of dozen potters in the area..........was going to be a brain squeeze. Liz took over camera duty so I could focus all my brain cells on finding the right potter. Liz, with her artistic eye, is an excellent photographer and all the images are hers.
I choose a country route through the rolling hills of the Uwharries which took us through Coleridge. Coleridge was a cotton mill community on the Deep river. The mill is no longer producing cotton products or a community....................only photo opportunities.
When we approached the Seagrove area, I knew it was going to be a hit and miss endeavor. Each potter store we explored, I quickly scanned for the cups while Liz was chasing light with her camera. After several false alarms, I recognized "Hard Times pottery" as the place I remembered..........except........it was closed.
I hesitated to leave and wondered, sense this was a private residence, the owner may be sitting in her kitchen......... watching us with binoculars.........trying to decide, are they buyers or lookers. I tried to look as disappointed as I could. I imagined I just found out I was adopted and my parents are from the South Bronx and has never had grits or fried bologna. After a few moments, a car pulled up........and it was the owner.
She had three cups left and one fit perfectly. On the way home, I was thinking that Liz and I just had a wonderful treasure hunt. I found two treasures.....a cup........and another........"remember that time".......with Liz.

Johnsons cheeseburgers

Liz and I took a day trip to Johnsons in Siler City for cheeseburgers. So you may ask, why go over an hour away and to, of all places, Siler City for cheeseburgers? The best way to answer this is to say...........just go............ and then you will understand. Johnsons is on Highway 64 in Siler City. Mr. Johnson opens around 10:30 A.M. for lunch only and stays open until the hamburger meat runs out. Johnsons was opened in 1946 by Mr. Johnson's father and only the prices have changed. The meat is still bought locally and prepared by Mr. Johnson from the processing to the grill. He tops his cheeseburgers with a generous portion of Velveeta cheese and all the fixins as you request.