My friend Evan and I were checking out a trail for our running group, The DC Hash House Harriers (DCH3). As we followed the route, it became clear Evan and I have different definitions of what constitutes a hill. We decided to do a joint blog about hills, each writing half without input from the other. This is the result.
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At Rohan Farm, we have five main pastures or paddocks for the horses. In Cathy’s and my shorthand, we call them: The Back Field, The Jenny Craig, The Barn Paddock, The Field Near the House, and The Front Field. For us, each area has its own particular use.
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On March 9th of last week, Adam Ray would have turned 40. Adam was the son of my West Point classmate Jim and his wife Donna. He was killed by an IED in Afghanistan on February 9th, 2010, one month shy of his 24th birthday. The administration’s cavalier attitude about the current war with Iran is raising old ghosts from past conflicts.
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You have probably heard about the redistricting referendum in Virginia on April 21st. It is an effort to counter the actions by Trump and his friends to gerrymander several Republican-controlled states, starting with Texas. He is trying to keep control of the House of Representatives at all costs in the midterm elections. Voting YES on this referendum is essential to preserve democracy at the national level.
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In the summer of ‘82 while stationed in Germany, we drove to what was then Yugoslavia* for a vacation. Along the way, we stopped for lunch in Venice. That is what you do when you are young and in love. Not for the night. Not for a couple of days. Just lunch, because, why the hell not?
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“The lives of courageous American heroes may be lost and we may have casualties. That often happens in war“, said our president about our latest attack on Iran. That often happens in war? THAT OFTEN HAPPENS IN WAR!?!? Could he be more tone deaf?
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Founded in 1802, West Point is the oldest American military academy. When I graduated in 1978, I was the 35,591st graduate. Between 1802 and 1977, there were less than 300 black graduates. Let that sink in. Less than 300. Henry O. Flipper was the first in 1877.
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They are eating our corn! They are eating our grass! Illegal immigrant Canada* Geese have flown into America unchecked. They steal our food from the field and there are known gosling abusers among them. They need to go now. The only good goose, is a cooked goose.
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Writing blogs about Trump is like shooting fish in a barrel. It is too easy. Every day he presents new topics to bust him about. I need to choose wisely, so my blog doesn’t turn into just a Trump report. When he posted a video of the Obamas as apes, that was one bit of racism I couldn’t let go.
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Since it started last year, I have followed the Buddhist monks’ Walk for Peace. By the time they end in DC next week, they will have walked 2,300 miles. I knew they would pass through Virginia and was determined to see them. A few days ago, near Spotsylvania Courthouse, I did.
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