I Remember Being In The Public Library

The Storytelling Tradition That You Bring From The South, I Don't Know Where It Arose, But It's Still There. You Can't Go To The Feed Store, Or The Country Courthouse Without Running Into Storytellers.

I Started Out Thinking Of America As Highways And State Lines. As I Got To Know It Better, I Began To Think Of It As Rivers.

There Is Melancholy In The Wind And Sorrow In The Grass

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.