Every once in a while I have a vaguely surreal experience that reminds me how much different my current home is from the one I occupied two years ago. And one happened today, as I was driving down Hanes Mall Boulevard, the local retail strip. Just north of Target, the entire busy six-lane thoroughfare came to a screeching halt, as all traffic in both directions waited for a goose (or a duck?) and her assorted offspring to cross the street.

This didn’t happen very often South of Market, even on Easter Sunday.

Speaking of Easter, one of the coolest things about living in Winston-Salem is that Mitch Easter lives here too, which means I get to see him live at The Garage next month.