Editor’s Note: I am writing from Refuge Farm, where I was pleased to find no roosting vultures in the back yard. I maintained a high level of vigilance, but eventually relaxed my alert. Yesterday, I was working outside and saw something from the corner of my eye and looked up. At least five great winged […]

Editor’s Note: I rose at the farm this morning. It was an adventure with the ice that came yesterday morning. A tanker-truck slid off an overpass on I-66, clobbering all movement. On I-95, there was a 55-car pileup that included a fatality. I bided my time, checking the ice on the concrete of the patio […]

Editor’s Note: I had lunch with Annie, the den-mother of our fractious group of brash officers who inhabited the back room at the Navy Office of Legislative Affairs in the Pentagon. There were some stories to be had in that office, let me tell you. They were about the trips we arranged for Congressional members […]

I looked at Liz-S across the bar. “Hey, is this the last day you are the bar manager?” She smiled broadly, tossing her chestnut ponytail. “I will stay, part time, but as of Monday I am an official grown up.” “Awesome. It is about time. You are on your way.” Friday’s at Willow are transitional […]

Mac had some back problems last week, but he came roaring back and was ready to hit the bar at Willow on Monday. The weather was loosening up just like his sacroiliac- unseasonably warm in Arlington, and the rising temperature featured the best of both worlds- the ladies shed their coats to revealing advantage but […]