I Think The Feature Reporter Often Walks

Rivers Run Through Our History And Folklore, And Link Us As A People.... We Are A Nation Rich In Rivers.

For A While There, I Was A Stringer. The Expression Comes From The Old Habit Of Stringing Together The Column Inches That You Had Written. They'd Measure It And Pay You 10 Cents An Inch For Your Printed Copy.

The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines.

I Think The Feature Reporter Often Walks A Very Thin Line Between A Truly Human Story And One That Slops Over Into Mushiness Or Sentimentality.

What Is It That Binds Us To This Place As To No Other? It Is Not The Well, Or The Bell, Or The Stone Walls, Or The Crisp October Nights Or The Memory Of Dogwoods Blooming. Our Loyalty Is Not Only To William Richardson Davie Though We Are Proud Of What He Did 200 Years Ago Today. Nor Even To Dean Smith, Though We Are Proud Of What He Did Last March. No, Our Love For This Place Is Based On The Fact That It Is As It Was Meant To Be, The University Of The People.