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Showing posts with label neighbors. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2026

Meal No. 4168: Chick-Fil-A Dupe Sandwiches

Dateline: Sat 01 Aug. We welcomed August two Saturdays ago, with downtown busy and alive with patrons and supporters of the National Black Theatre Festival, albeit tempered by rain showers and overcast skies. Our municipal water crisis had mostly passed, and we were no longer under a “boil water” advisory. At dinnertime, I gave easily into the temptation of fried chicken fillet sandwiches, of which it was necessary to put away two all on my own.

I did have some delicious snacking opportunities earlier that day, by the way, which included homemade bread from neighbor Ashley, which I adorned with some wonderful quince jam brought all the way from Maine by my UNC buddy Kelly. What a treat!


"Chick-Fil-A Dupe Sandwiches," from Drew Reilly of Dish with Drew. First spotted on Instagram. [Published 25 June 2026]

Friday, March 13, 2026

Quanto Basta and Unneighborlyness

Oh, Quanto Basta: our longtime across-the-street Italian restaurant! Over the years, we have gotten to know not only the fine folks who work there but also plenty of the regular customers who park in front of the house and are warmly greeted by the pooches.

Last year, on a summer afternoon, while we were enjoying a pleasant sit under the huge Bradford pear tree in the side yard, I saw a couple walking past your back kitchen door where the washpit is. The gentleman liked the look of your mop left drying there from the weekend cleanup and decided to take it with him.

Just as I thought I might step out and confront him, I remembered when the amazing film students from the UNC School of the Arts asked to use your empty parking lot across from the house, while they were filming here on a Sunday and Monday. You know: days that the restaurant is closed. And you hard-heartedly said: “Nope!”

You were the only nearby property owners who were unwilling to help these film students out. So I thought to myself, as the gentleman with your mop exchanged glances with me: “Enjoy your fine new mop, sir!”

It’s a neighborhood. Either we are in this together, Quanto Basta...or we are not.

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Winter’s Late January Sleet Smack

Oh, with giddy anticipation, once the cackling imprecision of breathless long-view predictions had put in our minds the slimmest glimmer for a foot-high snowfall fever dream, did we all hustle and bumble into dedicated preparation last week. But a complex convergence of multiple systems and fronts made it hard to know what all those models were promising. And we all should understand and be forgiving of the floundering meteorologists: the models are playing catchup to the shifted landscape that comes with climate change uncertainty.

When I woke around 4:30am Sunday morning, it was 14°F and we had mostly gotten sleet, in abundance. The barest incidence of light snow flakes and occasional pelting by fat cold rain drops were nothing compared to a couple of inches of those rough tiny granules of ice. Sumner hated it, finding it to be terribly disconcerting. Scarlett, true to her shepherd, husky, and Saint Bernard lineage, was ready to seek a cliff face for ice rappelling.

Reports around the state and region made it clear we were lucky in terms of damage but we missed out on what would have been an enormous gorgeous snowfall had the precip been otherwise. Just around the corner from the house was what appeared to be the command center or staging hotel for one huge crew that never had to go out since we didn’t get all the ice that was so fearfully anticipated.

Our power stayed on even if elsewhere fortunes were much less bright. To have this much sleet coverage was a bit of a wonder but it also really was coming down for a good part of the day. Imagine if it had only made it all the way down as snow! I still got out and trudged my 3.5 miles while the sidewalks and streets were stompable enough as long as the boots were steady and sturdy...that's when I spotted the linemen's trucks behind the hotel and was sure those crews didn't mind never getting called out.

Speaking of crews: a team from Budd Services (the company that provides groundskeeping for the neighboring office building) spent Saturday night in their trucks on the parking lot behind us. We get to see these gentlemen regularly through all seasons, always impressed by their diligence and focus.

After daybreak Sunday, they emerged into the brutal cold and got busy spreading ice melt and running the scraper blades. But yeah: tell me again about the immigrants who don’t work but who are taking our jobs…?!

The Monday that followed all this was bright and sunny but still cold and breezy. As is so often the case, the house looked lovely in that early morning light but I also knew I'd have to get the flatblade shovel in hand and get to work clearing off the front steps for the postal carriers and some sort of path across the parking lot down to the street.

And a task like that is a sore and painful reminder that I have entered my seventh decade on this earth.

An even colder arctic push invaded overnight Monday so that by the time I got up Tuesday morning, it was 11°F on my Tempest weather station, and the nearby Smith Reynolds Airport was registering 9°F. Current projections are that our area will continue to experience below-normal temperatures perhaps into the latter part of February. You can count on me to keep you posted, especially if bellyaching results.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Meal No. 4021: Roasted Spiced Potatoes and Roasted Broccoli

Back on Saturday of last week, just before I hit the road for a short work trip, it was the better part of wisdom to use up some vegetables in the hopper, and so it was a supper of roasted spiced broccoli and roasted russet and sweet potatoes, combined. After years of baking or steaming vegetables, I'm glad roasting has come home to roost.

Right outside the house on that rainy Saturday afternoon, the streets were abuzz with pasionate protestors, rallying in response to the killing of mother and artist Renee Nicole Good in Minneapolis. The point of origin was the parking lot behind the house, and then the group circled the block.

I'm not sure how far the march carried down Fourth Street towards the city's center, but the protestors soon positioned themselves at the intersection of Fourth and Broad.

Lots of bullhorn calls, chants by the protestors, and encouragingly responsive horn-blowing from passing traffic continued for much of the afternoon. The location of the house gave us a pretty good view of their persistence in spite of the rainy weather.

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Meal No. 3991: Homemade Bolognese over Pappardelle

When a neighbor came for lunch last Wednesday, I used it as a reason to make a big pot of homemade bolognese, some to lay atop pappardelle pasta right then and there, and the rest to be tucked away into the freezer for some future shortcut to a meal. We enjoyed a side salad with homemade Thousand Island dressing as well, and then we finished out with delicious homemade ice vanilla ice cream.


"Homemade Bolognese Sauce," from Holly Nilsson of SpendwithPennies.com. [Published 17 January 2023]

Based on "Sweet Milk Ice Cream," published in the King Arthur Flour catalogue some years ago, but the recipe is no longer available on their website.

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Meal No. 3967: Salads Topped with Spiced Chicken

Enough salad greens remained in the container to go with enough remaining homemade Thousand Island dressing, which all made a terrific bed for enough of the remaining diced tomato, back on a breezy and chilly October 23rd...so it was a salad supper. The sous vide offered up prepped spiced chicken breasts that had been stored in the freezer, and hearty appetites dug in with a measure of ferocity once it was all prepped and bowled and served at the dinner table.

Earlier that day, some of the production crew for an upcoming UNC School of the Arts film spent some time looking at blocking and taking photos to help with the very detailed storyboarding to be developed to maximize organization of shots within the production schedule.

Late that afternoon, a former neighbor who is very involved with The Dwelling Winston-Salem had stopped by to invite me to the latest Voices from the Dwelling performance, the product of a partnership with Authoring Action. Dinner was sped up so that I could report on time at 7 pm, where the heartbreaking and uplifting stories of various women were shared, very much from the heart. Marie, shown above, is the reason we now have the marvelous Scarlett O'Hellyeah in the family brood.

Thursday, April 10, 2025

The Sunday Sweep of Chores

The first mowing of the season finally took place last Sunday afternoon. I’ve not gotten to spread seed nor fertilizer so it was spottily overgrown and I’ve got too many weeds trying to get a foothold. Ah, but I do like it when it is freshly shorn.

A second chore that day was blowing all the spring tree detritus off the driveway and into a scoopable pile for disposal. It’s not hard work but it does take time.

There was one other major chore but here comes the backstory. A bit down on his luck, held back by a drinking problem that might be marked more by surrender than battle, a former neighbor’s need of water for his problem-plagued station wagon was instrumental in leaving the outside faucet running after he filled up his jug. That is why I also got to spend Sunday afternoon running the shop vac to get rid of the flooding in the cellar during our short record-breaking April heatwave. Hey: at least my pumping situation still worked like a charm because otherwise that would have been a lot of buckets to tote sloshily up the stairs and out the back!

Water in the cellar: not guaranteed with every rain or snow system, but a recurring issue nonetheless: see 2010, 2013, 2020, and 2024. The dilemma usually is not manmade, though!

Sunday, November 10, 2024

UNCSA School of Filmmaking

Perhaps I’ve peppered some past blog entries with my interest in, support of, and pleasure regarding the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, and especially the School of Filmmaking. Over the years, I’ve truly loved attending the Third- and Fourth-Year Film Screenings, marvelous productions wholly created by incredibly talented students at this hidden jewel right down the street from the house. One of the delightful elements of watching those is to catch sight of familiar buildings, houses, and locales since they are almost always shot here in town.

When I bought the Roediger House over 21 years ago, when the institution was called the North Carolina School of the Arts, a Wake Forest University colleague put the bug in my ear that I should let the School of Filmmaking know that here was a house of a certain age that would be perfect as a shooting location for student films that might benefit from it.

I repeatedly missed opportunities to mention this to key people when I had the chance, and benign neglect stayed my hand at others. Maybe 10 years ago, one student stopped to ask me about and tour the house but ended up choosing a location closer to UNCSA. First, excitement; then, disappointment.

The very sweet threesome of film students who caught the attentions of Sumner and Scarlett back on a sunny Sunday afternoon in late August brought about the renewed hope we could be helpful to a team in search of a filming location. What that culminated in is documented through the photos that will populate the rest of this post, as I tell the fuller story of this marvelous experience.

On that August morning, I happily brought them in for a tour and gave them the link for the house website gallery. They brought more of the team back the following Thursday for a full tour, discussion, and questions of me, all to help them decide if this place would work for them. Early the following week, they sent word that they wanted the Roediger House to serve as their primary filming location. I was very glad we passed the audition.

Within days, they scheduled another team visit, checking out the specific scene locations, running through a few moves and actions to visualize them, taking lots of notes, doing lots of internal discussion, and asking me a host of questions to make sure they had a good read on the house as well as the limits of our ability to accommodate their needs.

As the weeks proceeded, it became the pattern that a small team would ask for some location scouting time, and they’d come over and spend a couple of hours. In the early going, that was largely about scenes and staging and camera shots; once those were increasingly certain, the students coming over also included production and tech crew members. The final two weeks leading up to the actual filming dates meant someone (or someones) from the production was here nearly every day.

Then came the big three-day shoot, November 2-4. Theirs was an intense schedule of 12-hour-plus filming days, starting at noon each day, and then wrapping up around midnight.

This was a most welcome interruption to the Roediger House routines, with the greatest challenge being how to manage dogs with their multiple trips outside and with their excitement at so many busy people!

But the film crew was great about coordinating and communicating: we would send word and they were able to then let me know of a good filming break or transition moment.

New discovery: film production crew members perform a cascading call-out to alert everybody we were passing through by saying: “The dogs are flying!” We all worked around one another, and the dogs managed their rare leashed restrictions, for the greater good of film!

It was a marvel to watch all this incredible talent in all the many respects and elements, fully displaying their efficiency and coordination and cooperation and focus and enthusiasm.

They are exceptionally well-trained but it’s more than that. They must themselves be exceptional, because that’s what it takes to be admitted into this highly successful program and institution.

Can I also mention how they interact with one another? They are professional and unfailingly polite. They commend and celebrate one another. They offer feedback and notes to one another in a manner that is always encouraging and supportive. They collaborate seamlessly not only on the production and tech elements of the execution but also every bit as well on the creative vision in process.

Particularly noteworthy was the number of “Thank yous” and “That was amazing” comments (followed by “Now let’s try…”) as they communicated needs or directions or changes or fixes or feedback. Two of many cherries on top: hearing crew members who already had their own task list also readily offering to help share the load borne by other crew members; and the inspiring million moments of mentorship by older students to younger ones. Seriously. These UNCSA students are really phenomenal.

I am scared to begin naming names because all of them deserve so much credit. (They’ll be acknowledged when the film’s credits are rolled in May!) But a project like this depends entirely on its leadership, and the director (and co-writer) Hoffman West was a marvel to behold; the Director of Photography Grant Kaufman was a genius; we also loved Sophia Alvarez-Cabrera, Kayla Guilliver, and all the other dept heads…plus Hollyn Gambrill and Luke Penny as our point people leading up to and coordinating/communicating during the filming. Two absolutely lovely moms were here part of the time as well, and they deserve all the pride welling up within while watching Hoffman and Grant work.

UNCSA also has pretty strict policies and guidelines that the students have to abide by. Their safety policies, the equipment and vehicle management, and even the end-of-day curfew join the expectations for stunningly detailed production plans and processes and these emerging filmmakers were unfailingly faithful to all those.

This old house is full of antique clocks and quite a lot of furniture. Did it escape unscathed from those three 12-hour days of 45 UNCSA students in constant motion and so much stuff moved around and with all that equipment and all the art and props?

You would be amazed. Oh, a scratch here, a nick there...and less damage from a full film production than what is regularly perpetrated by the lovely cleaning ladies!

And a word of acknowledgement and enormous thanks is due to our neighbors, accustomed as they are to the cascading effects on our street from evening restaurant clientele but also special events like the Veterans Day Parade that had wrapped up just before the first day of filming. As soon as I notified them of the film production taking place here, Phil Neari of Neari & Associates said: Use our lot on the weekend! And Will Brown of AlarmQuest across the street said: Here is the code to our gate so you can use our parking area! And neighbor Natasha said: My driveway will be clear if you need it! Ah, but clear is not good for those big windows of the front doors, when you’re filming and have lights that reflect and a view of a parking deck, so they’ve got a fix for that:

My three-part “condition” when use of the house as a set location was first raised was as follows: (1) tell me whatever you need or how I can help; (2) if we seem to be a usable/workable site, please spread the word at UNCSA; (3) share with me a copy of the finished film.

It was worth it to take down the highfalutin’ modern video doorbell and to (temporarily) restore the original one present when I bought the house, just to add that much more authenticity to the film.

It’s a fair trade-off, because I learned that “All keys to monitor!” is a command for department heads on the production to get to their assigned places to view the monitor, just before the start of filming a scene; and the Art Department might just happen to refer to itself as “The Pretty Committee.”

This was just a fun and educational and invigorating and enlightening experience. To have the chance to be around all this talent, and all this goodness within these aspiring filmmakers, was a gift I had no right to ask for. But there they were at the very end, bringing forth a concluding gesture of enormous generosity:

Next UNCSA Production: "Beaks Bloody"