Gentle Readers,

I am a little short on time this morning, I am meeting a pal at Clarks this morning, 1000 sharp, on Route 29 south to the farm for an acquisition matter, and need to get my butt in gear.

There is so much to talk about this morning that I became quite lost in what might be the most interesting. I am with you about the whole politics thing- this is over the top, out of control, and I have no solutions to offer that make any sense.

I think the tremors that are shaking the west coast of North and South America might presage some larger seismic activity- indications and warning of quakes are notoriously unreliable- but we will see.

After business is accomplished this morning, there is the possibility of a lunch at the quirky and delightful Frost Cafe in historic downtown Culpeper.

That is just one of the cool things I like about the farm- it actually is historic. When the Culpeper boys marched off to fight the Brits in 1775, they set a high bar for those who came after. The great armies, Gray and Blue, camped there between the campaigning seasons in the winters of 1862 and ’63, and the struggles over who would own Brand Station were legion, including the biggest all-mounted conflict in North American history. Gallant Pelham heard the sound of guns not far from our Courthouse, and rode to them, perishing in the process.

Longstreet’s Corps was bivouacked for a while not far from my farm, and from the gap north of Mount Pony on the Germanna Highway, Grant pushed off east on his Overland Campaign to seize Richmond. It is always a nice change to consider those who trod the dirt of the County before us.

And crank up the satellite radio and luxuriate in the fact that I have two teams in the Elite Eight.

Life is good.

Vic