Growing up in Massachusetts, the only place you could buy alcohol was at a liquor store – “packie” in the local parlance. When I headed to university and saw that gas stations sold beer, I thought that was a bad idea. Then I moved to North Carolina and saw a “brew-thru” – which is exactly what you think it is, a drive-thru packie.

Every time I see a bottle in a brown paper bag, I think about the packie in my home town and the folks who would stream in and out on payday.

Construction continues on the dean’s suite at the college, there are now semi-solid walls behind the plastic sheets (that do not stop the dust from getting everywhere on the second floor).

The Mrs. spotted a “solid wood” dresser online that needed a little TLC and one of the kids needed a new-ish dresser … so you know how this goes, right?

A little sanding, a little stain and it’ll match his other furniture … that turned into chemically removing the varnish, which revealed it was not solid wood, but a veneer over particular board … which had been painted to accept a stain … which meant we then sanded it and the Mrs. painted it.

Looks grand now, she did a great job.

Some rain early in the day took a lot of petals off the trees.

Let sleeping dogs lie, they say.

Headed to what my wife refers to as Tiny College Town for a concert and the campus was in bloom.

Construction on the next business school building is seen through an arch of the newest building … Terry College is on a tear building things.