On My Mind

Tommy Tomlinson’s On My Mind column runs every Monday on WFAE and WFAE.org. It represents his opinion, not the opinion of WFAE.

There are plenty of ways to divide us into two types of people. I think the newest way is this: Those who wear masks when they go out and about, and those who don’t.

We had a little Palm Sunday service in our living room, just the three of us.

I am part of a fantasy football league that has been together for going on 30 years.

When I checked into Twitter on Thursday, the top trending item was simply "The South."

They are the longest movies we’ve ever watched. There is no plot. We don’t know any of the characters’ names. But we’ve become mesmerized.

The pollen falls thick all over Charlotte. It coats every exposed surface. My car once was black, and now it’s chartreuse.

It struck me this morning, as I was hearing the birds, that most of us in the city are now living country lives.

Saturday morning, I sat on the porch with my mother-in-law and we soaked in the gorgeous spring day.

Not long ago we bought my 84-year-old mother-in-law a special clock.

Today, we look into the future. About nine weeks into the future.

We’ve been fine not going anywhere for the past few days. But now that Mecklenburg County is on a stay-at-home order, going somewhere is all we want to do.

Big moments are bound to slip by us in these frantic times. And so it is that we are just now hearing that the Rev. Darius Swann passed away back on March 8.

There are many of you who are doing your best to be productive during these Virus Days. You are learning Spanish or organizing your file cabinets or cleaning the top of the refrigerator. God bless every one of you.

In our house we’re lucky to have enough milk, enough cat food and enough toilet paper. What we are running out of is energy.

Right now, the most important currency we have – more than money, for a lot of us – is information.

My wife and I needed to get out of the house for a while. So while her mother napped, we went for a drive.

One of the many, many strange things about Virus Time is that it’s happening just as spring comes to town.

It feels like someone picked up the remote control of the universe and hit fast-forward. Too many things are happening all at once. That’s what the coronavirus is doing to us. We’re all testing positive for anxiety.

It’s amazing how reassured you can feel from something as simple as a slip of paper.

You can argue about how Greg Lindberg ended up in a room with North Carolina insurance commissioner Mike Causey, talking about a bribe.

But you can’t argue about what Lindberg said, because the conversation was being recorded.

First of all, let’s acknowledge that South Carolina does the presidential primary right.

“Duty is the sublimest word in the English language.”

So it turns out that the shameful and embarrassing things Wells Fargo did for years, as a matter of practice, turn out to be even more embarrassing and shameful than we thought.

Two stories about the Charlotte area’s housing crisis played out during the week, running on parallel tracks, like trains headed to a destination where no one wants to go.

The Charlotte-Mecklenburg school system has an expensive new security system with one major flaw: It doesn’t work. And as everyone sorts through the fallout, it might reveal some things about both our previous school superintendent and our new one.

The closest I’ve come to swearing off football was seeing Luke Kuechly cry.

One of my favorite things about America is that we don’t have royalty — unless you count Beyoncé.

Duke Energy has finally agreed to defuse the time bombs it planted all over North Carolina.

We’re now in the weird little space between Christmas and New Year’s – sort of the holidays and sort of not. It’s a time of transition, a change in the way we look at the world. Christmas is about the story we tell one another. New Year’s is about the story we tell ourselves.

Amid all the cheers last week about Charlotte getting a Major League Soccer team, there was one small troubling thing and one larger troubling thing.

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