Well, here we are at the end of February. My people have celebrated their history and everyone has taken the time to celebrate love. Here on the blog this month, I’ve taken several moments to express how much I love various parts of cities, and my hometown and places outside of the city. However,… Continue reading Placebook: For the Love of the Press
Month: February 2014
Placebook: When Our Services Become Our Factories
From the dawn of the Industrial Revolution, until the dawn of outsourcing, America was a country that made things at work and made a decent living doing so. Yet, America no longer makes as many things. Well, we still make things. We make cappuccinos, we make spreadsheets, we make cash registers sing with the sound… Continue reading Placebook: When Our Services Become Our Factories
Placebook: Lessons from Another Angle of Downtown Greensboro
There’s one building of the downtown Greensboro skyline that I’d never been in. At least until yesterday. That would be the Renaissance Plaza, the one straight ahead in the background of the above image. And on top of that, I got to go to the top floor and as you can see it was a… Continue reading Placebook: Lessons from Another Angle of Downtown Greensboro
Placebook: This Kind of Old, but Kind of Modern House
Image Credit: Bobistraveling on Flickr So what makes a house old? Does it become old when it becomes run down? Or is it old due to age. What age makes that house old? Yesterday, I included a link to a home in a “historic” area of Raleigh, that was being built in a historic style,… Continue reading Placebook: This Kind of Old, but Kind of Modern House
Placebook: Alligning for Transit
Last week I mentioned going to Winston-Salem for a meeting. Well, that meeting was for the Transit Alliance of the Piedmont, a newish organization growing to provide a citizen advisory role to all of our regional transit systems. We are still working out what we will focus on, but the main goal is clear, we… Continue reading Placebook: Alligning for Transit
Love Outside the City (or at Least the City Block)
If you read this on the Sunday morning upon which it made its appearance on the internet, I’m about to sit down next to my mom and my grandmother and my great-aunt, with a multitude of family in the midst and praise the Lord in the only way we can in an old country AME… Continue reading Love Outside the City (or at Least the City Block)
Placebook: My Friend Joe, the Trader
Thanks to a meeting (more on that later) I swung by the Winston-Salem Trader Joe’s and stock up. Lately there has been much debate about the store, in both the local(including today’s cover story by the News and Record) and national press. People don’t understand the appeal or what their logic is for store placement. Well,… Continue reading Placebook: My Friend Joe, the Trader
Placebook: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot. Wouldn’t you like to get away? Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are… Continue reading Placebook: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Placebook: Who Doesn’t Pay Their Taxes and Sign Their Checks?
Governments have a lot of financial leeway in this country. So do companies. And so do major nonprofit entities. Nothing illustrates that principle better than observing the latest news out of the City of Greensboro. Governing magazine has a nice synopsis of what the initial financial costs are when cities go bankrupt, which Greensboro is nowhere… Continue reading Placebook: Who Doesn’t Pay Their Taxes and Sign Their Checks?
Placebook: Sunset in the City
As I’m writing this collection of thoughts, I’ve been watching the sun set. Both of the evening trains are in the station and I once again marvel at how the sun hits the westside of all the downtown buildings. (More on my city of Greensboro love here). And above all, I’m just grateful. Watching the… Continue reading Placebook: Sunset in the City