Bill Dowe wasn't far from home, a quarter-mile tops, when his motorized wheelchair conked out on him not too long ago in a McDonald's on Reynolda Road.
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He didn't say so, not for public consumption anyhow, but the long, slow trip into the belly of the Forsyth County Jail to turn himself in on a criminal charge related to death of another man in a car crash surely stung state Rep. Larry Womble to the depths of his soul.
Juan Carlos Santos-Hernandez hardly looked the part of international fugitive Thursday as he sat at a defendants table in the Forsyth County Hall of Justice.
Members of a state House committee swallowed hard and took a huge step Tuesday toward taking seriously the moral debt the state owes for sterilizing thousands of its most vulnerable citizens.
When the high point was a frantic phone call from a panicky and near hysterical 16-year-old — "Daddy! The basement is flooding! Everything is getting ruined!" — you know it was a week that won't soon be forgotten.
One by one, the string of bicyclists rolled into place. It was neither a race nor a ride in the sense that cyclists know the word.
Sympathetic looks of deep concern, bemused smiles and a handful of smirks crossed the faces of those peering out from offices at a large protest of North Carolina's marriage laws at the Forsyth County governmental building Thursday.
Enchanting though it may be, an outing to Target to pick up household supplies isn't really anybody's idea of a major accomplishment.
Two weeks ago, the trucks and tents lining the street in front of the L. Richardson Preyer Federal Courthouse were an annoyance to some and a curiosity to others.
A well-struck golf shot, especially those hit with a modern metal driver, makes a distinct and uniquely satisfying sound.
Harry Weiler is, in the very best sense of the phrase, a political junkie.
A backcountry campsite, even one that's only 5½ miles in, should not look like this. More than 20 people — each with a tent, backpack and water-cleansing system — crammed into every available flat and (relatively) dry spot at Camp 36, a scenic place fittingly called Big Creek.
Shawn Pressley's room looks like any other that a 20-something young man might live in.
It didn't take long Sunday morning to realize that something funny was going on at Christ Community Church. Pastor Steve Monroe was wearing a polka-dot tie, plaid trousers, white greasepaint and a rainbow wig.
Toss meat, cheese and a vegetable or two into a shell. Add seasoning. Relatively inexpensive, easy to prepare and fun to eat, tacos are not that complicated.
The first pitch of the home opener in Season Three at the House that Moneybags Built was a little more than 24 hours away, and workers employed by the Winston-Salem Dash were hard at work Thursday afternoon
Even if it was in an auctioneer's warehouse, the chance to peek behind the gilded curtain for an hour or so was too much to pass up.
No matter what their age, what their station in life or why they came, veterans were not all that difficult to spot Wednesday during a short welcoming ceremony for an ambitious daylong outreach program for the homeless.
The Facebook post, short-lived though it was, carried the same tone as a handwritten note penned by a spurned middle school lover. It was a tad shrill.
Two weeks ago, Juan Carlos Santos-Hernandez was sitting in a Forsyth County jail cell after being charged with three felonies in connection with the molestation of a 10-year-old girl.
As far as political stunts, shenanigans and dirty tricks go, slipping a few fliers under windshield wipers at a candidates' forum is pretty tame stuff — even if they are sliming one of the candidates.
It's a cliché, of course, but it's funny nonetheless how becoming a parent can change a person's perspective.
Call it a rumor, a tip or the beginnings of a good story, the information that crossed the desk midweek was just too good not to at least check out.
Under ordinary circumstances, Courtroom 1A in the Forsyth County Hall of Justice is the place to go for folks charged with DWI, driving without an operator's license, hit-and-run wrecks and the most egregious speeding tickets.
When discussing her life-changing — and life-affirming — decision to donate a kidney to a stranger, Nicole DuPre of Winston-Salem can alternate between sounding nonchalant and as serious as an IRS audit.
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