the devil you (don’t) know
the devil you (don't) know The life of an indie author can be rife with struggles. You are—at different times—a writer, an editor, a web designer, a head of marketing,…
meet herman ingram
BEHIND THE CHARACTER:HERMAN INGRAM Since my mind is always running at 200 MPH, I decided to start a new feature. Now, it's nothing particularly unique, but I really like the…
Night Driver Behind the Scenes
I have a lot of fond memories of the 1990s. From the age of 9 through 19, the decade brought an enormous amount of change into my life. Some good, some bad, but it all helped shape me into who I am today.
Old Man Summer
Confession time. Phew, deep breath. I am, in fact, an only child. Okay, judge away, I can take it. While I grew up without siblings, I did have cousins who were close in age. The catch? They live in Colorado. Yeah, your boy couldn't catch a break.
Terrifier
As a kid, one of my favorite rituals was wandering the horror section of the video store in my hometown. Naturally, my eyes were drawn to the most outlandish covers even though the movies themselves failed to deliver on the glorious box art.
Rick Dudley’s North Carolina Hockey Legacy
Rick Dudley is best known to most hockey fans in North Carolina for his time spent as a Senior Vice President of Hockey Operations with the Carolina Hurricanes. What many aren't aware of is Dudley's extensive time serving many roles in minor-league hockey in the state.
The Time North Carolina Was Nearly Nuked
North Carolina 222 is a winding highway, its 58 miles dotted by small towns and rural scenery. It's a very unassuming stretch of road, perfect for summer drives with the windows down.
Air Canada Flight 621
Aviation has always fascinated me. It started as a child with trips to Raleigh-Durham International Airport to pick up or drop off family members. This was a time when anyone could enter the terminal area and go to whichever gate they wanted.
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Radkey Are Taking the Rock World by Storm
Imagine walking through your hometown one evening, just as the sun gives way to dusk. You hear a distant rumble, wondering if you should have grabbed an umbrella. As you continue your stroll, you dear drums and realize—despite all indications—it's not thunder. The bass kicks in, threatening to send the USGS on a wild goose chase. Then a guitar roars to life, its raw tone delivering a mix of riffs that'll grow hair on your chest and melodies that'll make you certain some majestic dinosaur has set itself ablaze.
Maximum Overdrive: Green Goblin, AC/DC, And ALL The Cocaine
Maximum Overdrive. What else is there to say? Well, I suppose I could explain how I came to find this movie and why I love it. So, grab a drink—just not from a vending machine—and ignore the jingling of that ice cream truck.