Dr. Martin Harrell knows plenty about pain. That’s his medical specialty—pain management— but as he sat in his tent on the side of a mountain last month, shivering in subzero temperatures made even colder by 25-mile-an-hour winds, surely he had to ask himself “what am I doing here?”
Not really.
Quite the contrary, Harrell was having the time of his life trying to ascend an Argentina mountain—Aconcagua in the Andes—and its 22,800-foot peak, the highest summit in South America and the highest mountain outside of the Himalayas.
Millwood’s post office was once a gas station and service center, and apparently a very popular place to spend an afternoon.
“It had a wood stove and a pool room,” said Laura Rodgers, Millwood’s postmaster. “Locals would hang out and play pool and keep warm by the fire.”
Matt Foosaner knows about Mission Critical Communications requirements — the rapid
response set-up of specialized equipment, the deployment of unique satellite and on-the-ground infrastructure, and the highly skilled personnel needed in order to transmit and share information during disasters and high level national security events.
For more than 70 years, Dog Patch Farm has been a haven for strays…two- and four-legged.
Owned for many years by the Maloney family, the farm off the Springs Road in Warrenton has been a welcoming home for dogs, horses, family and friends for four generations.
The Duffey name is quite familiar to many of my fellow long-time Middleburg residents, mostly because it belonged to two old homes on Washington St.
One of them, the Anna Duffey house, is still standing. That’s where the Sporting Gallery, with so many wonderful paintings displayed on its walls, has been located for 37 years. The other Duffey home was owned by Ned Duffey. It was right across the street from the Methodist church, and sadly was razed to make room for a corner of the Safeway parking lot many years ago.
This is an excerpt from the new book, The Confederate Chronicles
Cavalry Troopers Furman and Carter tied their horses to one of the white metal barriers in front of the Exxon station store across the street from the Middleburg Country Inn and entered the Tiger Mart. The very hungover Trooper Furman suddenly filled with delight and animation. He greeted the clerk grandly and asked, “Which way to the Ice Crackling beverages, my good man?”
You’ve heard those never-ending lawyer jokes, especially the genre that begins: “You know you need a new lawyer when you meet him in prison.” Or: “You know you need a new lawyer when he tells you his last case was a Budweiser.”
And one more: “You know you need a new lawyer when he picks the jury by playing duck-duck-goose.”
The Middleburg Police Department moved into new digs at the end of last year, now located in the Federal Court complex at 107 West Federal Street, Suite One.
And how sweet it is for Chief A.J. Panebianco and his department. The space includes a conference room, kitchen, officer training room, even a workout room with a few weights to stay in shape. The chief said they could use a few cardio-machines—stationary bikes, treadmills or step-climbers—and would be happy to accept donations.
That’s what Peter Hitchen and his a number of snow-covered Tilden Enterprises and Big Ass Cans subsidiary were charged with accomplishing after last month’s blizzard dumped 30 inches of white stuff on the town. And they were definitely up to the job.
Working 18-hour days with a crew of 14, they removed most of the snow within three days. Most side streets were cleared and made passable within a day and soon after, Washington Street was virtually snow free, with parking meters even visible on both sides.
When Marci Nadler lived in Washington, her paintings focused primarily on still life pieces, garden portraits and other views readily available in an urban environment. A change of scenery in 2008 led to new inspiration.
