(Intrepid Historical Detective Negotiates the Mud of Building 19)   There are good days and bad, we all have them.   As bad as things get, I had to wince this morning. I do not believe I have experienced anything as surreal as North Carolina populist tort lawyer, Senator, and Presidential candidate John Edwards had. […]

(Graves 276-281, Potters Field, Blue Plains, Washington, DC) It is the end of the week, and I was reminded at the bar last night that this story has been all over the map. Part of it is dry recitation of fact, part of it is action adventure and part was heading for a noir detective […]

(Maddy on Richard Quirin’s Grave)   I’ll explain all this tomorrow, I swear. But I am still crackling with adreniline, and this part is not embroidered or tall tale.   The names, of course, have been changed to protect the guilty.   We dined at the Officer’s Club at Bolling Air Force Base. It is […]

Blue Plains Drive tees out at the Boss Shepherd Parkway, which is a grand name for a concrete two-lane that ends in Jersey barriers at the DC Impound Lot.   I slowed for the left turn as we passed DC Village on the left, and the gigantic banana palm trees waved listlessly in the humid […]

(A view of the Capital from St. Elizabeth’s Hospital)   Maddie was in the right seat of the Bluesmobile and Colonel Mike Grafton was keeping a wary eye out the back.   The car bumped over broken concrete by the old Hospital as we went down to the DC Impound Lot, hoping there was a […]

(Official Logo of the Washington Metro System) The remarkable thing about the recent renaissance of Washington is that Mayor-for-life Marion Barry is still part of it, just as much as J. Edgar Hoover was part of the great downfall.   Former Mayor Barry is the Councilman representing Ward 8, which includes the grounds of the […]

(Map of Blue Plains, Extreme SE Washington DC) The revelation came to me on the road up from Brandy Station. It had been building as I poured over the disconnected bits of information in the files about the Nazis, and why now, suddenly, the appearance of the wannebe-National Socialists a couple decades ago, and their […]

(Hoover Family marker in Congressional Cemetery, Washington, DC. Photo by Declan McCullagh.) There is some curious activity here in this curious town. I listened to the news, unfocused as Sunday mornings are wont to be. I head nothing about demonstrations downtown. I was at the farm most of the day and National Public Radio coverage […]

(The Nazi monument found in the park)   I was down on the farm last night. It was cool and clear downstate, away form the nagging low pressure system that is lingering off the Delaware coast.   Slept great, despite being on the fold-out sofa. I had been in Charlottesville, on another feckless mission of […]

I am going to take a strategic pause in the story I have been telling these last several days. There is plenty of time to finish it, and it is going to take a dramatically different path anyway. It is dark and cold and wet as I write this morning. There could be no more […]