Sharon joined us for the North Carolina part of the tour. Her mother, a North Carolina native, still lived in Mocksville. Sharon brought Sam with her. Sam, named for Samuel Taylor Coleridge, was the Border collie that Sharon added to the family when I got fired and told her she could have a dog. I did my last Morning Edition show on April 30, and Sam took up residence on May Day. After I revealed Sam’s identity on Fresh Air, listeners started bringing dog treats and chew toys to my book events.
During our road show at Fearrington near Chapel Hill, someone in the audience asked about Sam. “Well,” I said, “it just so happens that Sam is with us here tonight.” When my presentation ended, people filed outside and saw Sharon walking Sam. A buzz went through the crowd. “There he is. There’s Bob Edwards’s dog.” Sam was mobbed like a rock star and absolutely loved the attention.
In Durham, Sam, Sharon, Andy, and I joined a bunch of Andy’s old pals for a spirited game of Wiffle Ball fueled by cans of Schlitz and a rainy night at the Durham Bulls’ ballpark. Then it was on to Greensboro, an important stop because this was the birthplace of my hero, Edward R. Murrow, the subject of the book I was promoting.
The Murrow place wasn’t hard to find, close by Polecat Creek east of Greensboro and at the bottom of a hill. Atop the hill is a Quaker meetinghouse, but certainly not the one where Murrow did his first