On July 4th, there’s no place I’d rather be than at a picnic “down on the Lumbee River, where the eddies ripple cool,” in the words of local poet John Charles McNeill. This year, my wife and I plan to take friends visiting from Germany, Israel, and Boston with us to the picnic, to give them a taste of local color. There’s a “ya’ll come” attitude among t…
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