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CityViewNC.com | 53 #capefearbg 536 N. Eastern Blvd. • Fayetteville, NC Tel. 910.486.0221 • capefearbg.org March 16 th - Evolution of Tango An exciting showcase of how Tango has changed throughout the years by Anna Fiore and Alejandro Pinzon. Watch and then learn! April 20 th - Beer, BBQ, and Boots row on your boots and buckles to dance the night away while enjoying BBQ and cra beer! May 18 th - Beachy Keen Relax and dance the shag to some Carolina beach music. June 15 th - Piano Pizazz A night of tickling the ivories with Casey T. Cotton who will have you laughing the night away! July 20 th - Garden Folk Enjoy folk music and meet Mark Weathington, author of Gardening in the South. August 17 th - Latin Soiree Anna Fiore is back at the Garden to dance and immerse you in Latin culture. Sept 21 st - Foodscaping 101 Want to learn how to be sustainable? Author & Horticulturalist, Bri Arthur, explains how you can eat your yard with edible landscaping. ome see the Garden in a different light, we are extending our hours to bring you ird ursdays! Beginning March 16th and continuing through September, come soak up nature till 9 p.m. in the Garden. Each month's "ird ursday" is a bit different from the next and sure to be fun! Evenings are free with a membership or paid admission! For more information please log on to capefearbg.org. C photo courtesy of thomas keever CV CityView BROUGHT TO YOU BY PROFESSIONAL PROFILES 2017 C I T Y V I E W P U B L I S H I N G Visit us online at www.CityViewNC.com for advertising opportunities and New York. On my last walk to Central Park, we coaxed Biscuit toward our crosswalk. A lady to my right was being walked by an aged golden retriever who had very little sprint le in him. He was beautiful and proud; I am sure Father Time will not allow me to see him again. On his right side, a much younger unleashed chocolate lab with "prime of life" oozing from his pelt barreled past him toward an impressively large sycamore. At its base, Lab screeched to a halt, locking into a point that resembled my smelly bird dog when she gets wind of a quail. My predatory eye caught the slight movement 30 feet up of a bushy gray squirrel that had slipped around to the side of the tree away from Lab's line of sight. I remembered granddaddy teaching me how to hunt squirrels under the great oaks in the front yard of Uncle Turk's house at what is now e Preserve at Grande Oaks neighborhood. We would run at the squirrel on the ground, with "prime of life" oozing from our pelts, treeing it. I would stand perfectly still on one side and Granddaddy would circle to the other side. Br'er Squirrel would skitter around the tree away from Granddaddy's movement. Sometimes I missed. Sometimes, Mam-ma cooked me squirrel. Injecting myself into another New Yorker's life, I drawled to her: "Where I come from, a dog can make a living with talent like that." She laughed: "Yes. He remains ever hopeful of one day succeeding." When the little man lit up in the crosswalk sign, we looked back to make to make sure Biscuit was on her way with us. e squirrel was ascending into the sycamore. Underneath him, a city of dogs passed the time in Central Park. CV

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