Politics

Hurricane Ian made landfall in Florida earlier this week as a Category 4 storm, is currently battering the Carolinas, and is expected to hit Washington this weekend as a tropical storm.

Last week, my wife, two kids, and I headed to Boulder, Colorado, for a family wedding. We hiked Boulder’s famous Flatirons and walked the city’s trendy Pearl Street. I don’t think anyone would be surprised to hear me say that Boulder and Washington, D.C., are two very different places.

Because most of official Washington goes on recess for nearly the entire month of August (the Senate is scheduled to return to the nation’s capital on September 6 and the House on September 13), the dog days of summer can be a time of reflection for think tank scholars, trade association advocates, and industry groups.

From the day our children were born, my wife and I began saving for their college education. We took advantage of a pre-paid tuition plan the state of Maryland offered, making monthly payments until their 18th birthdays.

Due to a very fortuitous bounce of a golf ball, my wife and I won a free trip to Las Vegas a number of years ago.

It’s a beautiful late summer evening. The tickets were free, the beer is cold, and you’re about to sit down to what appears to be a great matchup between starting pitchers. Whether it’s Yankee Stadium, Minute Maid Park, or Camden Yards we’ve all felt that excitement of being part of a pennant race or wildcard chase. And then things go from bad to worse—an error here, a strikeout there, and suddenly your team is way down before they’ve even played “Sweet Caroline,” “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” or “Thank God I’m a Country Boy.”

Have you ever visited Washington in August? It can be miserable. Today’s high is expected to be 97 degrees (the reading in my car was 103), with 60%+ humidity. Even pre-Covid, downtown D.C. felt like a ghost town during the month of August; the only pluses being you could finally snag a reservation at the city’s hottest restaurant or grab a decent tee time on the weekend.

“Country Roads, Take Me Home…To the Place I Belong…West Virginia, Mountain Mama…Take Me Home, Country Roads.” The iconic John Denver song holds a special place for me. Few people know, but the country road referred to in the song is actually Clopper Road in suburban Maryland.

After two years of Covid lockdowns and travel restrictions, my college golf teammates and I traveled to Southwest Ireland for a once-in-a-lifetime bucket list vacation. We last teed it up as a team more than 35 years ago, and it was a chance, to not only play some of the finest golf courses in the world, but also reconnect as a group with three I consider among my closest friends

Years and years ago, my wife and I were debating about where to take a summer vacation. I advocated for a “staycation,” saying we could save money by avoiding travel and hotel fees, see the sights locals rarely visit like Mount Vernon and the Library of Congress, and take the kids to the community pool. My wife argued for week-long beach vacation. In the end, we compromised—and went to the beach.