What a week it has been since I left you last. My dad has finally gone out on his own and opened up an automotive restoration shop in Lewisville, Joe’s Garage, opening soon. The whole family ordered pizzas and helped him move in on a late Sunday afternoon.

I’m not too proud to predict that the Food Not Bombs network, founded in Cambridge, Mass. in the early 1980s, will be remembered as a seminal piece of our national historical fabric and an example of American-style anarchism.

The Wyndham Championship, nee Greater Greensboro Open, unfurled itself along the lush green of Sedgefield Country Club last week, dangling uniformed cops like tassels all along the lower reaches of High Point Road. The security detail slowed traffic to a crawl in places, which was a pain.

I was born andraised as a God-fearing, Southern-gentleman Republican. Like Senator Barack Obama said, this could be the most important election of our time, so I need to figure out where I do stand. I have been sold on Obama’s charming smile and call for change. We do need change; there is no doubt about that. But am I in support of Obama because I see Senator John McCain as another George Bush? And does the rest of America see it the same way? I am going to start over and see if I really have gone over to the dark...er, blue side.

It’s raining, just slightly. We drove through worse on the way here. Besides, it’s good to look at a house in the rain. It puts the realtor on edge a bit — he can’t count on sunshine and a lovely view to cloud your judgement. Also, you can spot leaks.

I never went to summer camp, but if I had, I think it would have looked something like this. It’s a bright day with a blue sky — mostly blue, anyway — tall trees and a crowded activity bus with a novelty horn that blasts “Dixie.

It was inevitable that the Buracker report — an exhaustive review of the policies, procedures and performance measures of the Greensboro Police Department — would be read as a verdict on the changing of the guard that took place in January 2006.

I am now writing my column for YES! Weekly live on Twitter. I apologize in advance to my “followers” for the dozen “tweets” it’ll take.For those reading this on my Twitter feed Monday morning; this will be reprinted verbatim in the Wednesday edition of the paper I work for.Neat gimmick, eh?

Ah, the sweet season of the smear has begun, and this season will yield a bumper crop of the nastiest appeals to America's most vicious instincts.

Here in the high Sierras just west of the Nevada state line, a place of almost unbearable beauty, the Callahan and Green clans finalized a familial merger.