By MONTE DUTTON Rosman slipped past West-Oak in a practice game (Monte Dutton photos). Click here. The Country Skillet was jammed late Friday afternoon. I was the only person there who didn’t know everyone else there, and they were all talking to everyone else. I sat there, reading about Rosman High’s football team in the …
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Rosman, just up the road
By MONTE DUTTON Acapulco Mexican Restaurant welcomes diners beneath a colorful sunset in the Blue Ridge Mountains. (This is a bit exaggerated. Then again, it's a cartoon.) Click here. I awakened recently thinking about running backs. I certainly never was one. Neither was my brother, though he would have been better suited. Football has many …
Yessiree, I found some barbecue!
By MONTE DUTTON Customers enjoy a lively drive-thru experience. Click here. Everywhere has its unique places. They don’t seem unique to the folks who live there because, well, they are theirs. But I am new to this area, and I am amazed. During the NASCAR years, I took an avid interest in eating places. I …
Something old, something new
By MONTE DUTTON A vintage car drives past a rustic BBQ joint on Route 66 at sunset. Click here. It’s Sunday, and I’ve wrapped up the photos and story on Clinton High School’s latest baseball triumph and am presently surfing back and forth between the NASCAR all-star race and the PGA golf tournament. I’m going …
County Signs: Pretty much the same old cheeseburger
By MONTE DUTTON Not exactly the same, but you get the idea. Click here. Another sign that life is getting back to normal was I ate again at Steamers for the first time since it reopened.An old-fashioned cheeseburger plate with onion rings. It hit the spot. I’ve been enjoying an approximation of that cheeseburger off …
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Little Things
Sherrill thought he was in a good mood, but he must have been wrong. He just thought he’d check out the new restaurant that had opened. He drove uptown with an open mind and a book he could open. He liked to read a while before he paid up. The women in that place rubbed …
Songs and French Names, Etc.
I didn’t expect to write a blog today, thinking there was too much driving to do and I’d be either busy or bummed by the time I got to my destination, which is a motel room in Texas. It was, oh, 360 miles or so, which is less than yesterday’s mileage, but yesterday was …
