Aging, but not old
Years ago, in the late 1990s, I was reporting a story about the wafting program run by River Dave on the Eno River in Durham. It was popular program that involved paddling up a mile-long mill-dammed section of the Eno, then drifting back down, both physically and spiritually.
A surprise breath of adventure
“I’ll be right back,” I said, heading for the door. “Just stepping out for some air.”
I was helping to recruit correctional officers for a minimum security facility — “helping” may be stretching it. In fact, I was just making sure the laptops used to fill out applications remained charged; my colleagues with the Department of Adult Corrections were doing the actual hiring. We were two hours into a four-hour Saturday shift and traffic had slowed. It seemed like a good time to slip out.