Wow, a dream come true! My favorite soda injected into my favorite dessert. Cheerwine has teamed up with Krispy Kreme to introduce the mother of all doughnuts. Only one hitch: These heart-clogging delectables are rolling out to stores only in the Carolinas. Wonder if my wife would approve of me making the drive from Orlando for a few boxes of these bad boys! Read the news here.
It's true I'm not the best sleeper. But still, it would be nice to sleep in, or at least stay in bed, a little later on the weekends. Around my house, though, there will be none of that. It wasn't even 6:30 this morning and I could hear my kids already singing and playing on the other side of the house. The commotion got louder and more rambunctious as the minutes wore on. And covering my head with pillows didn't help. I quickly realized this was a challenge I couldn't overcome, so dragged myself out of bed, swallowed a few gulps of Starbucks Italian Roast and joined the party. Up and at 'em!
My family enjoyed the good fortune last week of visiting Chapel Hill, N.C., an old stomping ground of mine back in the 1980s. While I never attended the University of North Carolina, I spent lots of time in and around town, cranking it up with my band at the Cat's Cradle (the original one on Franklin Street) and getting into mischief of one kind and another.
During our recent stopover, we dropped in on my wife's cousin and her husband, who hosted us at their gorgeous home just outside town and treated us to an exquisite lunch at the Governor's Club (wow, what a place!). Then, to keep things interesting for my hoops-obsessed son, we headed down to the Carolina Basketball Museum. This shrine to Tar Heel glory was very, very cool, but what happened next proved to be the day's biggest thrill.
We strolled next door to the Dean E. Smith Center, aka the Dean Dome, just hoping to peek inside. When we discovered an open door, we entered and heard the distinctive sound of sneakers squeaking on the court. It turned out that the current Tar Heel basketball squad was scrimmaging with a collection of former players. No, I didn't spot any superstars, but I witnessed some pretty impressive shooting and team interplay. The audience was small, and we managed to work our way down to courtside. My boy was in paradise.
And so was I. How nice to be back in a town that meant so much to me so long ago. I've lived in Florida for almost 17 years now, and it's been even longer since I stepped foot in Chapel Hill. But after all these years, and after building a life three states away, my blood still runs a radiant Carolina Blue.
Below: National championship banners hang inside the Dean Dome
My son's taking more of an interest in the drums these days. So I sat him down to work out an abbreviated version of Queen's "We Will Rock You." The little dude's got rhythm, I tell you. And he can belt out the lyrics, too. Oh, and his old man can still fire up a mean guitar solo, huh? All I need to do now is inspire my daughter to start playing bass and I'll have a killer in-house power trio.
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