Summit Fever, Shenandoah National Park

Above 26,000 feet, moreover, the line between appropriate zeal and reckless summit fever becomes grievously thin. Thus the slopes of Everest are littered with corpses. – Jon Krakauer, “Into Thin Air”   It’s the argument that every couple has, isn’t…

The Men and Memories of Route 10

The bridge between my two worlds–my childhood in Delaware and the life I’ve made in Washington, D.C.–is a world itself, a universe made of dreams and memories. People I’ve loved and lost live on in this suspended reality. It still…

The Place of Terrorism

May 1 blindsided me. The date hasn’t branded itself on my brain like December 7 or September 11. Consequently, the anniversary of Osama bin Laden’s death caught me unawares. Conjuring unbidden visions of planes and towers, the news stories about…

Ocean City’s Boardwalk Robin Hood

Ocean City’s Boardwalk Robin Hood

I have a Ph.D. (pretty huge dick) Welcome to America. Now speak English. Shootin Deers and Drinkin Beers . . . That’s How I Roll! Nothing describes summer nights at the East Coast’s #1 Family Resort better than the tee-shirts…