Me-oh-my-oh

Some of Asheville’s finest cooking can’t be found in a restaurant. It’s available but once a year, when the local Mardi Gras community gets together for its annual Cajun Cookoff fundraiser. For $10, you can come and heap your bowl with gumbo, chowder, crawfish pie, jambalaya and everything our Louisiana transplants learned to make better […]

It’s time for legitimate gun research

Ray Shamlin states in his Jan. 2 letter, “Is Gun Control the Answer?” that, “From research we know that gun control is not the answer.” We know no such thing from research, because research means developing a hypothesis, collecting data to test the hypothesis, and then analyzing the data. And that has not been seriously […]

Arming Americans won’t make us safer

The Jan. 2 letter by Ray Shamlin, “Is Gun Control the Answer?” misses the point. No, controlling guns (especially semi-automatic and automatic weapons) does not help the mentally ill, but it does remove the means by which they can conduct such severe and sadistic massacres on our children. He reiterates the same old story as […]

Hell no to grocery row

Dear Asheville City Council: I understand that there is a proposal to have one or more drive-thru restaurants on the former Deal Buick lot, site of the Harris Teeter project on Merrimon Avenue. This is a bad idea! Merrimon Avenue cannot support any more drive-thru restaurants. The traffic already is a nightmare! The Harris Teeter […]

The water-system merger hurts us all

In this time of fiscal crisis, the takeover of the Asheville water system will do no one any good. No government, no business and no family will benefit. It is a taking, the equivalent of a condemnation, and one that violates our system of government. Asheville has been an excellent manager of the water system. […]

Cranky Hanke’s Weekly Reeler January 16-22: Last Broken Mama Royal Affair

Let me break this to you gently: This is going to be the special bare bones down-and-dirty edition of the “Weekly Reeler.” I am coming to you from the bedroom I grew up calling “my room” in Lake Wales, Fla. I hardly recognize it, which is to say that my old 12-by-12 foot private domain from age six to 18 bears little trace of my presence these days. (In honor of the experience, however, I am “sneaking” cigarettes back here and using a Coke can for an ashtray. I will not have to hide it behind the radio as I did when I was 16, which is a good thing because there’s no radio in sight.) I am also working on a computer that dates back to…well, let’s put it this way — it stops just shy of being hand-cranked.