On the corner of the stage in the old Rodanthe schoolhouse sits a drum propped on a metal folding chair. The rope tensions stand in contrast to its cracked and peeling hoops and brittle leather ears. The patinated shell scarred by time and its taut head — worn, torn, patched, and repaired — is a lasting artifact of a steadfast Hatteras Island tradition, unique to its northernmost village wedged…
2025-11-24
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