Sorry about those blisters, Mrs. H! I feel terrible that I served this woman tea hot enough to give her severe mouth burns. But she was very cool about it, and placed the blame squarely where it belonged - on the administration of Chancellor Paul Hardin, aka the overseer of Hardin's Plantation. Maybe if he had spent less time fervently opposing a free-standing BCC, and devoted more energy to the day-to-day details of handling UNC's biz, Gerda would have survived voter registration duty unscathed!
The Pink House was like an underground United Nations. Chapel Hill's aspiring artists, musicians, poets, DJ's, activists, actors, writers, nudists, flutists, knuckleheads, and couch-surfers, all living together in (relative) harmony, united by their common bohemianism. Life inside the Pink House often consisted of weird shit happening at all hours, every day, it rarely stopped. And there's something about that place that won't allow the vibe to ever fully dissipate. / PinkHouseForever.org
Monday, September 28, 1992
Hustling up votes at UNC, hot tea style
Sorry about those blisters, Mrs. H! I feel terrible that I served this woman tea hot enough to give her severe mouth burns. But she was very cool about it, and placed the blame squarely where it belonged - on the administration of Chancellor Paul Hardin, aka the overseer of Hardin's Plantation. Maybe if he had spent less time fervently opposing a free-standing BCC, and devoted more energy to the day-to-day details of handling UNC's biz, Gerda would have survived voter registration duty unscathed!
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