Formication? It’s Enough to Give You the Creeps

No. Not “fornication.” Although that would be an interesting column, too. “Formication.” With an “m.” As in the Latin word for ant, formica, which is apparently also the Latin word for shiny countertop. It’s a feeling...

Can You Hear Me Now, Embarq?

Somewhere on the journey from Baltimore to St. Peter’s Church Road, we cross the digital divide. We may not feel it in our ears, the way we do when we crest Blue Mountain at Starrett’s Gap or Waggoner’s Gap, but it’s no less dramatic....

Tilting at Fish Ponds

It was late in August. Our farm pond—the one we call “the big pond” when it swells its banks in the winter and early spring, offering up lovely reflections of Blue Mountain—had shrunk down to a glorified puddle. We were worried for the fish,...

The Kind of Help that Helping’s All About

Have you ever been turned away from a car wash because your car was just too filthy? Recently, I was. An employee of a certain car wash along Shermans Creek (which shall go nameless) took one look at my mud-caked Toyota Tacoma and shook his head. “You’ve...