Hooray for New-Hoo-Hoo Math!

The year is 1505. You pull up to your daughter’s new school in your creaking old oxcart, your arms aching from swinging a scythe all day. Eying the other parents’ brand new carts, the fancy kind with the ostentatious leather seats, you wonder, for the...

They Call Him the “Schwartze Schlange”

It was a scene right out of a horror movie. I was alone in the house. A summer thunderstorm was sweeping north over Blue Mountain. I’d stationed myself in a rocking chair on the porch, a cold glass of water silently beading at my elbow. As the sky darkened from...

A Valley of Swords and Plowshares

It’s a great relief, after the long drive from Baltimore, to turn off Interstate 81 and merge onto the Conodoguinet Parkway. Suddenly Blue Mountain, the great guardian of Perry County, which for miles has been a dark sleeping presence in the driver’s...

Extracting Yourself from a Major Screw-up

Everything had been going so well. The leaky old door seal that had turned our freezer into a winter wonderland, complete with icicles and frost, was sitting in a rigid heap next to the trash can. The new seal, which I’d lovingly bathed in hot water in order to...

Every Time the Ceiling Drips, an Angel…

There’s a running gag in Frank Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life that resonates with people who own an old house. It involves a newel post with a turned wood cap about the size of a baseball. George Bailey, the hero played by Jimmy Stewart, has a habit...

Sticking Your Landing in an Empty Stadium

At 5:30AM, London time, on August 6th, as a bleary-eyed Gabby Douglas was stirring in the Olympic Village in preparation for the uneven bars final, another gymnast was readying himself for the signature event of his short career. It would be one of the most difficult...