Building “B,” Arlington Hall Station Arlington Hall kept its secrets well from everyone in the Buckingham neighborhood. Workers at the super secret facility knew better than to tell even their most intimate companions about what was being done behind the fence at the Girl’s School across Route 50. The secrets were held from the US […]

I always try to stop by the annual rummage sale at the Methodist church on the parcel west of Big Pink. I can’t tell you precisely what I am looking for, but I do know that I recognize it when I see it. It would be something associated with the Army of a certain era, […]

First Speech: Milestone Zero, Route 50, Washington, DC I had intended to be further along in the saga of Big Pink and the grand history of the Buckingham neighborhood this morning, but football and baseball issues intruded on my schedule. I am completely confident that Ike Eisenhower would agree with my priorities, since he was […]

We were at Fort Myer in the rain last night for the annual formal dinner of our little tribe of Spooks. It had been falling pervasively through the day, a steady soaking. It was inconvenient to be in Black Tie in the wet, since winged collars tended to droop immediately, and the jaunty bow ties […]

The Arlington Cops made a routine announcement yesterday. The corpse at the bottom of the Route 50 retaining wall had a name. In life, it had been Rene Vaquez, a Hispanic man born in 1947, a long way from here, and only a few years after the big Garden Apartment complex was opened to much […]

Chinese immigrants to America called California the “Golden Mountain.” The Central Americans who came to Arlington called the garden apartments in the Buckingham neighborhood “The Golden Door.” Both groups recognized the possibilities of America, though the gold was not for free, and climbing the mountain and passing through the door was going to take a […]

Rain, thank God. The earth smells rich this morning. It is the first rain in weeks, and maybe the draught may be starting to break. It has killed the grass, and it is doing no good for the trees of the County. At least we have no howling dry wind as they have had in […]

I was going to try to be forthright and say something meaningful on the issues of gender this week, but I guess I ought to just give up on that. If there is someone out there that understands either men or women, please speak up. America at large seems to be settling into the same […]

I checked last night on my walk. No one has cleaned up the death scene at the little camp at the bottom of the wall. I have not checked this morning to see if it has been re-occupied. I don’t know who to call about it in the County Government, nor even which department might […]

I saw the police on Monday, the day the death was discovered by the larger community. There had been a suspicion that something was wrong for several days before the discovery. Ruth is Big Pink’s dayshift Concierge. She does not drive, and consequently has a better handle on the neighborhood than many of the residents […]