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I Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life Looking For The Perfect Barbecue. There Is No Point In Looking In Places Like Texas, Where They Put Some Kind Of Ketchup On Beef And Call It Barbecue. Barbecue Is Pork, Which Narrows The Search To The South, And If It's Really Good Pork Barbecue You Are Looking For, To North Carolina.

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.

There Is Melancholy In The Wind And Sorrow In The Grass

My Parents Encouraged Me In Everything I Ever Wanted To Do.

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.