I am here at my desk on Friday night of Labor Day weekend. We didn’t go to the farm (in southwest Virginia) because we thought we were getting a hurricane in our coastal Virginia town, and of course, if there’s a hurricane coming you have a choice. Either stay home to watch the water rise in the yard, and put buckets under the leaks that are inevitable with 100 mph winds and a 90-year-old house, or if it’s really bad, leave. Well, since it wasn’t predicted to be that bad, we stayed home, buckets at the ready. Not that I’m disappointed exactly, but now … Continue reading Post Scripts