Category Archives: Life in the Shenandoah Valley

Turn it Up to 11

Lost Weekend 11, that is, which was held from the evening of 21 March through the evening of 24 March. Evening and beyond, more accurately. We left the Alamo each night about 0200, and returned by 0800 for the next … Continue reading

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Why I Don’t Do Home Repairs

I have two universal rules: everything takes longer than you think; everything is harder than you think. Presented for your consideration: about three years ago, the bracket connecting my garage door to the garage drive train pulled right through the … Continue reading

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What White People Do on Weekends

Attend homesteader conventions, of course, because nothing screams “White people are crazy” more than taking seminars on how to live without electricity, medicine, air conditioning, and basic civilization. So what was I doing there? That whole 12th Century peasant lifestyle … Continue reading

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Harsh Mistress

The 49th anniversary of the first moon landing passed a few days ago with no fanfare, no notice, no interest. As has every single moon landing and its anniversary since about the time Alan Shepard whacked a golf ball into … Continue reading

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Nick of Time

I was sitting around doing nothing this past Friday when my son called and said, “Hey, would you like to meet Nick Foles?” Seems the Nickster has written a book and was signing copies at a bookstore in Harrisburg. Harrisburg? … Continue reading

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Memorial Day, 2018. Mt. Hebron Cemetery, Winchester VA

                                                      

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Drawn and Quartered

Another Lost Weekend Film Festival, another failure to hang. And this time Andy Gyurisin had actually made it easier to hang: one needed to attend only twenty-four of the twenty-eight movies to win accolades, admiration, and a nifty gold medal good for … Continue reading

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R is for Rocket

Agog. That’s my reaction to the launch of the Heavy Falcon rocket by Space X. Did you see those two boosters RETURNING TO THE LAUNCH PAD???? In case you didn’t… Hence, agog. I don’t know if other segments of the … Continue reading

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Oh No, Not Again

I was at the laptop doing something unproductive around 8-ish last Wednesday night when my wife said there was a kitten at the door. I wasn’t expecting a kitten so went to look and sure enough, there’s a kitten at … Continue reading

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Still Can’t Hang

Another Lost Weekend (number eight, to be exact) was held this past weekend at the Winchester Alamo Drafthouse Cinema (which is a national treasure) and no, I couldn’t do it. Not all twenty-five movies, no way. A combination of disinterest … Continue reading

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