Following a Red Brick Backward in Time (part one of three)

It started so simply. I just wanted some old bricks. So I did what people do these days when they’re looking for something on the cheap: I cruised Craigslist. And right there, in the “building materials” section, I came across an ad for salvaged...

Tearing Walls Down, Only to Build them Up

“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall…” I have to disagree with the poet Robert Frost on this one. Something there is that does love a wall, especially if it’s one of the beautiful stone walls you see along hedgerows and under old...

The Boy on the Other Side of the Backglass

It seems like a million years ago, but there was a time when my friends and I would go to a five and dime called G.C. Murphy on Wisconsin Avenue in Washington, D.C., where I grew up, and play pinball. We were good boys. Choirboys, actually, at the National Cathedral....

Putting a Price on Local History, One Bid at a Time

It was an auctioneer’s dream. The contents of a historic estate on the block. Nearly four hundred eager bidders. Christmas looming on the horizon. A tent full of antique dealers and holiday gift-shoppers, all willing to go to the mat. The tent had been pitched...

The Nuclear Power Industry’s Dirty Little Secret

In one of the great feel-good, swords-into-plowshares stories of our time, the New York Times recently reported that something like 10% of American electricity is generated by old Russian nuclear bombs. No joke. That’s more than all our hydro, solar, biomass,...