Last night was the final lecture class for Virginia Master Naturalist training. 35 hours of classes, 10+ hours of field trips, and a few additional hours of continuing education since January. It was like being back in night school, except that most of…
Enjoying smoked meat, whiskey, cigars, and good company is never a bad thing. Add in a great cause, and the enjoyment is all the greater. Such was the case this past Saturday evening, when I attended an event benefiting the Paul Stefan Foundation.The P…
Enjoying smoked meat, whiskey, cigars, and good company is never a bad thing. Add in a great cause, and the enjoyment is all the greater. Such was the case this past Saturday evening, when I attended an event benefiting the Paul Stefan Foundation.The P…
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I had a catastrophic OS error, probably self-induced. I’ve reinstalled the operating system (technically moved from Debian 13 to Linux Mint, because why not try a new OS if I have to install from scratch?), and I’ve learned I wasn’t backing up my …
This weekend got off to a delightful start. With mild temperatures and low humidity, the screened porch was especially inviting. Despite the still-high pollen levels, I opened the windows to let in the breeze. While scanning the humidor for an evening …
This weekend got off to a delightful start. With mild temperatures and low humidity, the screened porch was especially inviting. Despite the still-high pollen levels, I opened the windows to let in the breeze. While scanning the humidor for an evening …
I’m calling the cold weather done — the portable heaters on the screened porch were packed away this past weekend. Unless we’re using the porch, the windows remain closed for now, but only in deference to the “pollening.” Once the yellow scourge passes…
I’m calling the cold weather done — the portable heaters on the screened porch were packed away this past weekend. Unless we’re using the porch, the windows remain closed for now, but only in deference to the “pollening.” Once the yellow scourge passes…
I dug deep into the humidor for my Friday evening smoke and came up with a Veritas 412 — a boutique cigar I used to enjoy regularly at Olde Towne Tobacconist at the Farm. I still had a couple tucked away in the back, sticks I picked up at the now-close…
