Erma bent over to put the finishing touches on the newest addition to her garden where flowers lined a cared-for walkway leading to a beautiful, well-kept house. She is an elderly woman. Her view from the deck above, as she would later brag, is spectacular. Where golden fields of wheat do not cover the land, tall, dark evergreens do. Through another window, the town is visible. Her house is the second to last house on the southeast end. The town, called Wüstems, consists of about 50 buildings and is set in the Tanus Mountains. Walking through the town, all one can hear is the whistle of a Sycata-like bug or the occasional German leadfoot proving the speed limits wrong as they whip their Audi, Mercedes or BMW through the countryside. But, she focuses on her garden. And, when she is finally content, she stands up and finds herself staring down the barrel of a ME66 Seinheiser Microphone and a Canon 60D Camera, hardly even noticing the two tall Americans who speak terrible German. I believe the American military coined a term to describe our campaign in Wüstems: shock and awe. Continue reading
My name is David Mayer. I was born in Durham, North Carolina and have lived there my whole life. So, naturally, I love James Taylor, Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show, anything Alison Krauss touches, the Avett brothers, and recently the Mipso Trio – a band from UNC that everyone should check out. I also love BBQ and sweet tea.
I have a twin brother who plays basketball at Williams College who is 5 inches taller than me and an older brother who graduated from Villanova University who is 2 inches taller than me; everything in life is a competition. I absolutely love basketball and have played my whole life. I walked on to the Duke Basketball team at the beginning of my freshman year, but left the team the summer after because I found that my passions mostly lay outside the hardwood of Cameron.
I love puppies (especially my miniature poodle named Chipper) and I dabble on the ukelele. My go-to songs are You and I by Ingrid Michaelson and Hallelujah (the Shrek version).
But, more importantly, I am a brother, a son, and a grandson, so with this interest in family, I will be studying my grandfather’s diary, which he wrote starting in 1945 in Nazi Germany. Continue reading