We Love Durham NC

It’s a Pickle… It’s a Rocket… It’s the University Club!

The boy was beside himself to learn that mama was going into the rocket building, and, you know, I try to be cool and all, but I was pretty tickled to party in the swankness. Quick 17-floor ride in the shiny elevator to the wood-paneled, low-lighted, teeny tiny hors d’oeuvre-tempted opening reception took the edge off how old I must be to go to this number reunion. Too bad it was dark so I couldn’t see how far the view extends, but I’d bet it’s most of Southwest Durham. I could see an awful lot of lights.

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