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Because I’m in the business of always looking on the bright side, I offer the following thoughts to Paula Broadwell in hope of providing comfort, however small.
No matter what the reason, Charlotte is always thrilled to be in the national spotlight.
At least you live in a place where somebody gets knocked down more than you. Ask Cam Newton.
Charlotte really isn’t the kind of city where people remain judgmental after a decent interval. It’s more the kind of city where we don’t much care what you’ve done, so as long as we know every sordid detail.
There are even a handful of folks here who have made a bad choice (or maybe even two) in their own lives. And I don’t know anyone who would welcome the FBI pawing through their email.
I know what you’re thinking: Shouldn’t reporters also be camped out in front of the homes of your anonymous accusers?
It’s only a matter of time before Lindsay Lohan or one of the British royals steals the spotlight.
Memories are short. Twice in recent days I’ve heard people ask something like, “Who’s that other woman, the one with John Edwards?”
Army life doesn’t look anything like this in the recruiting commercials.
Among Google’s hottest search terms, you’ve already fallen far behind Valeria Lukyanova, the human Barbie.
If you have to play a role in this scandal, just be glad you’re not known as something memorable like “a shirtless FBI agent.”
People in Dilworth are happy to have something to talk about besides that new Walgreens.
You’re actually doing a public service: The longer you stay away, the more we can gouge the tabloid reporters with the hotel/motel tax. A few more weeks and we can probably pay off the NASCAR Hall of Fame.
