Okay, okay. So retirement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It was hard to keep my head under the hood, fixing up de Gama’s fleet of jalopies, with all the craziness going on in Raleigh.
Someone’s gotta step up, y’all, I kept thinking. Surely someone will set the record straight.
Wait, what about the Independent Weekly! They’ll be there to ride herd on Raleigh, right? I searched all the newspaper boxes down at the Char Grill but could only find the Indy Week – a poor shadow of the once-great weekly paper. Where’s Bob Geary when you need him?
The News and Observer? Nope, still addicted to that sweet, developer ad money like Trump to Adderall.
As June Jordan first wrote (and Obama cribbed), we are the ones we’ve been waiting for. Ain’t nobody gonna do it for us. I knew it was time that I put down my wrench and my scotch and dusted off my long-neglected keyboard.
Below the Beltline takes the streets again. Time for some real talk about Raleigh. Time once again to pull back the curtain on Raleigh city politics. We’ll be calling ’em like we see ’em, doing our best to give you a true picture of what’s happening inside City Hall. We’ll be rebuilding the BtB archives as we go, too, to give you a historical perspective you won’t get from the fresh-faced local beat reporters.
It’s time we go cruising the Beltline again to bring you the scoop on your city. Because you deserve nothing less.
Buckle up, Raleigh. It’s time to crank it up again.