Tim Jon
By Tim Jon “What do you recall?” Well, let’s see: there was stately, iconic Buchanan Hall, some not-so-distant views of the Blue Ridge, then that initial ride through main street – rolling through the Village – the classic silhouettes of the Hunter’s Head Tavern, an imposing physical (and spiritual) presence encountered at the Upperville Baptist…
By Tim Jon Being a one-man-band as News Director at a small market radio station – a couple of decades ago – could be a remarkably difficult and frustrating experience – especially in one of the busiest, wealthiest and fastest growing counties in the known universe. It also came with some surprising and very simple…
By Tim Jon You may not remember the name Chuck Thornton – despite the historic line of time for those in the family in this region – but I was fortunate enough to serve under his management during my early tenure as news director at Wage Radio in Leesburg – beginning more than a quarter…
By Tim Jon “So – just where is this ‘tail race’ we’re talking about? And, while we’re at it – just what is such a thing as a tail race, in the first place?” Well, good question. And, good question. Let’s see: as far as what a tail race is, the way I understand it,…
By Tim Jon One of the coolest toys I got to enjoy as a kid was a farm set; it came in a box from Sears Roebuck and had pretty much everything I could imagine (as a five- or six-year-old) one would need to get set up in the agricultural business: a two-story barn, of…
By Tim Jon No – I didn’t play any ball, soccer, softball or otherwise. The morning I stopped in at BrambletonCommunity Park in eastern Loudoun, I was more concerned about blinking my eyes often enough so they wouldn’t freeze – either open or closed. Yes, it was that cold – even for a guy who…
By Tim Jon The train has returned along those tracks from the past, and it is good. Or, so I feel. You see, upon my own return to Georgetown Park in Leesburg, I found some very captivating renderings of local locomotive history bedecking the faces of the humble bridge bisecting the linear acreage (or –…
By Tim Jon I guess I’d been driving by this site for well over 20 years before making a mental note to stop and spend some quiet time here, capture a few images on the camera and plant something in the memory banks for an eventual writing session – hoping I could learn a bit,…
By Tim Jon The traffic along the main drag just keeps barreling through; I doubt that many of these drivers even pause long enough to appreciate the views of Mount Weather out on the Blue Ridge from this lower vantage point. I turned off onto a side tangent, to get a better (and safer) perspective…
By Tim John Give me a gloomy day, some moving water, and absolute solitude—and I’ll be generally happy; the day I last visited the site in question was certainly bountiful in all categories. The intersection of Whites Ferry Road and the Potomac River (on the Virginia Side, anyway) leaves one facing a gently sliding body…