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Living in another world, not far away

February 27, 2014 Brody No Comments

This column appeared in The Herald-Sun in February 2014:

I live less than three miles up the Durham Freeway from where police say a man accidentally shot a baby with a gun stashed in the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt on Wednesday morning.

The only thing that’s liable to go off in one of my pockets is my phone, pinging as yet another Words with Friends challenge arrives.

That usually doesn’t hurt anything but my ego.

So why in the world would Arin Tavon Futrell pack a gun in his pocket while standing on the porch of his girlfriend’s house on Macon Street?

What was he thinking?

Journalism, Non-Fiction, Sample Columns

Turning up the heat

February 15, 2014February 15, 2014 Brody No Comments

This column appeared in The Herald-Sun in February 2014: Jousting a boulder, it turns out, isn’t such a great idea. The boulder in question was a hard-packed orb of snow left behind during a pass by the city’s plow truck as it rolled past our house in Watts-Hillandale on Thursday, shortly before the second wave…

A baby with ambition

February 7, 2014 Brody No Comments

This column appeared in The Herald-Sun in February 2014: He sits on the runner rug in the dog trot. He’s taking a breather next to the windowed door that leads to the back stoop of our house in Watts-Hillandale. It’s been a long trip of about 30 feet from the crib in the bedroom into…

Saying so long to Bubba

February 2, 2014 Brody No Comments

The ram on the lam is out of the slam.

But the future, although brighter for Bubba now that he’s no longer attacking his own reflection in shiny Durham neighborhood cars or chewing shrubs, remains uncertain.

On Friday morning, bidders gathered on Dave Artigues’ farm in Rougemont to get a look at the celebrity sheep.

Not a goat, they quickly point out. In case any doubts existed before, Bubba the Goat on Twitter is an imposter.

He’s a sheep. But what kind of sheep?

Not the woolly kind, to be sure. Instead, Bubba – estimated to be between 4- and 6-years-old – is a “hair breed.” Literature handed out before the auction by Artigues said: “Although his exact breed is a matter of speculation, the sheep farmers we harangued seem to agree that he is likely a Barbados or Katahdin (or a cross thereof).”

We apologize for any identity issues or mental distress Bubba may have suffered from ever being labeled a goat.

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Journalism, Non-Fiction, Sample Columns