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Far be it from me to take anything for granted. I’ve been extraordinarily lucky, all things considered, since the world went topsy-turvy and everything shut down for a while. I’ve kept my day job (unintentionally adhering to the advice of folks who don’t love my writing), I’ve remained healthy, and I’m still even almost completely sane. I’ve watched friends be furloughed, remain furloughed, and eventually lose jobs. I’ve had friends fall ill, and weather the storm all alone for fear of spreading the sickness to anyone else.
It’s humbling to be reminded of how much we have, and how easily it can disappear. Anyone who’s been following the semi-personal blog I’m lucky enough to publish here on a mostly-weekly basis will remember that I grew up here. I attended the Chapel Hill-Carrboro City school system throughout my formative years. When I left Chapel Hill for college, I was called back to my roots on a regular basis by clear blue skies and the loaded tots at Linda’s.
Attending public school in Chapel Hill was fantastic during tournament season. Some teachers would put the ACC Tournament games on in class, abandoning lessons for the day to focus on something that really mattered. One time in high school, I skipped class to watch one of the triangle teams finish a nailbiter on the first day of the NCAA Tournament. It wasn’t the Heels; I was skipping class to root against a team. There were TVs in the common areas of the school, generally dedicated to displaying cafeteria menus or announcements, but some saintly figure had changed the input to the ball games. As the broadcast took a breathless commercial break, I was finally able to pull my attention away from the screen, and was startled as I immediately made eye contact with my high school’s resource officer. He simply nodded and turned his attention back to the TV, a gesture I took as tacit permission to watch the game finish before rejoining my classmates.
