So we’re back. Miss us much? As we write this, many of y’all are getting set for the Beer City Bash at the Orange Peel, so let’s jump right in …
This time we start off with a goodbye and hello.
After a year in Asheville, A Year in Asheville has shuttered up, moving on back to L.A. A previous A Year in Asheville also ceased after one year. So who’s going to pick up the name now?
Up until now, we hadn’t made the acquaintance of If That Ain’t Country, but if she continues to regale us with stories like this public sidewalk wipeout, we’ll get along just fine.
But, again, we aren’t total sadists. We sympathize with the first stitches over at Yoga Mamma Me, even if she didn’t achieve the level of Dustin Hoffman.
If you are new to town, here’s some other things you can expect: naked rock stackers, waitressing, and wacky politics.
Avant Garden got naked at Bent Creek and almost made some Girl Scouts lose their cookies.
In a service to all you people moving here and looking for jobs, Hendersonville Epicurean has this essay on how to be a good server (and customer).
The Asheville Tea Party is upholding freedom of the press by protesting the media.
Skippy Haha is always good for some lessons learned, so here’s some more. And Liminal Screeds, who gave us a list of things she doesn’t like to admit to liking, has another.
See you next week.
— Brian Postelle, staff writer