Abdill here, reporting from Durham, North Carolina — the city of medicine. Really, that’s what the signs, all of them, say when you get into town. I came here with photographer and part-time cabinet maker Jackie Borowski to report on tonight’s men’s soccer game against No. 14 Duke (and maybe make some cabinets), but, to distract you lovely readers from the sordid tale on The Diamondback’s site, I offer up the tale of the journey as well. It was a long trip.
I should preface this by explaining that I don’t get out much. The scenery in Durham isn’t anything to blog about — it looks the same as the rest of the eastern seaboard. If you drove up and down Campus Drive for five and half hours, you’d be seeing the same sorts of trees and buildings and people would be speaking the same language as they do down here. But the culture is different in the near-South. You can smoke inside. People drive with their mouths hanging open. To my great relief, though, the water spins in the same direction when you flush the toilet.

