Joe Depriest

They wear the same shoes and sing karaoke together.

Every town has its mystery house. For generations of people in Shelby, it was the Spanish bungalow that stood out among the traditional Southern homes on West Warren Street. Instead of camellias and boxwoods, the yard was filled with yucca and cactus.

My Spanish is a little rusty.

Jim Rhyne's memories are lampposts along a forgotten road.

Layoff is an ugly word.

The wonder garden is on a hill at Holy Angels in Belmont.

Every cemetery has its secrets. But the one Lenoir-Rhyne University professor Mark Hager and about 20 of his oral history students have been investigating this summer almost overflows with them.

Police car No. 1288 rolled up to what was left of the old mill, still smoldering from a major fire the night before in south Gastonia.