From the Editor: Is it Summer Yet?
Notes from the editor, Richard Thurmond
For me, nothing beats getting home from work, changing into shorts and a T-shirt, and plopping down in a chair on the deck as the sun begins its descent behind the leafy trees. Maybe it’s just psychological residue from grade-school summer vacations, but life just seems to slow down.
Inevitably, my thoughts turn to getting away, even if just for a little bit. The mountains are nice. So is the beach. Been there, done that. But lakes? If you’re at all like me, first, my condolences, and second, nearby lakes may seem a bit mysterious. If you don’t own a boat or a lake house, they even seem inaccessible.
With this month’s cover package, we aim to demystify the lakes. First, we researched all the major bodies of water within driving distance to find those that offer the coolest places to play, stay, eat, or shop. We found lakes I had never even heard of, and we definitely found lakes that offer great alternatives to Norman and Wylie. Then we went straight to the locals, asking for their recommendations. The result has me scoping my summer for free weekends, as I contemplate whether I want to scuba dive, play some lakeside golf, fish, hop on a Jet Ski, or just hole up in a waterfront shack with my family and a working grill. (For the record: nope, yep, yep, maybe, yep).
Changing gears a bit (the joke will become apparent soon), Jeremy Markovich wrote a story about stock car racing (get it?) for this issue. Racing is an interesting topic for this magazine. It’s certainly integral to parts of this city. Its history is colorful. There is a big fancy building uptown devoted to it. But I don’t hear many people talking about it at the gym or the grocery store or the coffee shop or at parties. So when we write about racing, we generally don’t write about racing. Jeremy is not a NASCAR fan, but he appreciates its importance in our culture. So when he heard that Rockingham, a small, depressed town about an hour and a half east of here, had landed a NASCAR race after an eight-year absence, he decided to check it out. He was “searching for racing’s soul,” he wrote in his story.
Turns out that racing’s soul is not a hard-and-fast thing. Maybe Jeremy found it. Maybe he didn’t. You can decide for yourself if you read the story—preferably while sitting on a dock jutting out over a lake, cold drink in hand.