Summer in the Shenandoah Valley
When the Middle Days Arrive
June 11, 2006
The Valley has been changing, and the daylight stretching out, as the solstice draws near. There is a fullness along the country roads where trees recently bare take on a middle-aged kind of thickness, swaying contentedly with the last of spring breezes. The cacophony of cicadas, tree frogs, crickets, and a million other mate-seeking critters makes such a steady droning that you actually have to think about it to hear their song. In the fields that twist to fit the Shenandoah River sit tawny bales of fresh-hewn hay which, from a distance, speckle the countryside like Civil War infantry frozen in time. Read more
Learning the Game
Learning Alone Might Not Be the Way to Go
December 1, 2004
The young man, about sixteen years old, was a cart boy and snack bar attendant at a municipal golf course in Maryland. He had a mess of sandy blond hair, and an earnest look about him. He begged the club pro to come down to the driving range and help him with his swing. The young guy was a beginner. Read more
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