I spent a couple of days on Chincoteague and Assateague Islands, two places made famous by Marguerite Henry’s books, “Misty of Chincoteague,” and, “Stormy, Misty’s Foal.” I missed the annual pony-penning by 48 hours, but given there were 50,000 swarming about this small town just to catch sight of the ponies, I probably wouldn’t have been able to see much …

Brandon and I went diving in the lake yesterday, near the Methodist Church.   We were trying to find a site where, allegedly, the guy I bought my house from had found some WWII china.  We spent about 35 minutes peering through a pretty concentrated algal bloom, dense enough that it was hard to see the bottom and keep up with …

It rained.  It sprinkled.  It drizzled.  It rained more, sideways rain now.  Only about half of the teams showed up for the second day of the tournament (wimps!), but of course that meant play went much faster than it did on Saturday.  We finished play in under three hours, soaking wet, starting to get cold, and with a score that …