In my day job – a phrase that still doesn’t roll off the tongue, having been a freelancer for two decades – I work at the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh.
The olinguito has become a science media darling this past week. And why not? It’s small and furry and doesn’t look quite like anything you’ve seen before.
In North Carolina, this was a big year for cicadas. Our 17-year cicadas, after biding their time underground for so very long, finally emerged in the spring.
Do you see this picture? If you look closely enough you can see my adorable children and lovely wife. And they are doing something remarkable: They are walking — walking to school.
I’m learning lessons by the bushel basket this fall, on account of I’m getting the chance to officially do something I’ve long done unofficially: beg for the opportunity to pay more taxes.