It wasn’t date night. We weren’t celebrating anything. It was just your average Wednesday evening, and we were tired of cooking. We decided to go out and wanted a nice restaurant. I said to Cathy, “Field and Main?”and she immediately answered “YES!” Off to Marshall we drove.
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Carmen saw the intruder first. Using her big-girl bark, she alerted me to the danger. I called her off and she came to me. Damn. There lay a copperhead on the edge of the garage concrete, not more than eight feet from where a copperhead bit me in 2012.
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If still alive, my buddy Tim would turn 71 on August 27th. I was recently thinking about Tim, while reminiscing about our friend Howard’s 10th birthday party in 1965. I still laugh at the story of an usher almost kicking us out of the Roxy Theatre when Tim shouted out, “LOOK AT THAT SPITFIRE!” in the middle of the movie, “Von Ryan’s Express.”
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201 years ago, on August 23, 1825, The Marquis de Lafayette visited Warrenton, VA as part of his United States Farewell Tour. 5,000 residents cheered him. They understood how he and France made America’s Independence possible, a contrast to our current president’s attitude about the French.
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My military career was almost over before it began. When I was a First Lieutenant in Germany, our Battalion deployed to Hohenfels for ten days of training. On the last day, it appeared that Spec 4 Moses Saxon III lost his M16, a career killer for the entire chain of command, starting with me.
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The dialogues always visit me in the night. “Who mourns the dead?” “We do.” “And who are you?” “Those who came before. The ones fortunate enough to survive, or lucky enough never to go to war. Soldiers we were, but now, we have questions.” I listen.
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Lucky you! A bonus blog about Summer Love. And not just any kind of love story. We all know opposites often attract and can guarantee fireworks. July 4th is long gone, but with summer at its peak, it’s time to take a look at the spice of summer love.
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Ranch dressing. You know it. Most of you love it. Evidently, So do recent European World Cup visitors. I chuckle at that. While stationed in Germany in the ‘80s, Cath and I received Hidden Valley Ranch spice packets in care packages from home and introduced German friends to its deliciousness back then.
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I came around a corner on the trail and there was Carter in the distance. We waved, and he called out, “Max! Good to see you. It’s been a while—I was starting to think you might be hurt or dead.” We both laughed as I walked up and shook his hand. I didn’t know it then, but he had been lucky to survive the woods just a week earlier.
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Our local paper ran a story about Judge James P. Fisher freeing convicted sex offender Patrick Lundy after his most recent charges. In online comments, many people blamed liberal judges and their agendas. There is only one problem. Judge Fisher is a former Chair of the Fauquier County Republican Committee.
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