June 26, 2026
I’m generally an observer in a text group that likes to dig deep into the minutiae of national politics.
I’m generally an observer in a text group that likes to dig deep into the minutiae of national politics.
When I was a kid, my elementary school had an “All Purpose Room;” we didn’t have a gymnasium. The All Purpose Room served as our cafeteria, our theater, and our gym.
The intense rivalry between Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson gave rise to America’s first two political parties: the Federalists and the Democratic-Republicans.
I was going to write about how White House politics were taking on a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde dynamic.
After some “encouragement” from my wife, I relented and made a visit to a general practitioner. It had been some time since I had seen a doctor, any doctor, beyond the annual executive appointment arranged by the company.
Earlier this week, I walked into The Capital Grille on Pennsylvania Ave. to meet a lobbying colleague for Happy Hour.
I experienced one of those Unknown Knowns this past week while attending the Hootie and the Blowfish Monday After the Masters Celebrity Pro/Am golf tournament.
The Masters golf tournament kicked off yesterday, with defending champion Rory McIlroy sharing the early first round lead with a five-under par 67.
It’s a done deal, a piece of cake. A slam dunk, lock. An open-and-shut, signed-sealed-and delivered, sure thing. But is anything ever guaranteed or a sure bet?
A snowmageddon, a snowpocalypse, an Arctic blast, a bomb cyclone; whatever you want to call it, a major winter storm is probably barreling your way.