The history behind the amazing Don Cesar Beach Resort and Spa will come as a surprise to you. 

While I have been one of the lucky ones having received neither wounds nor having been captured, many of our patriots were not so fortunate.

Twenty-three. What milestone comes with turning 23? 

A big thank you is in order for the community support received by the Culpeper Madison Rappahannock Farm Show.

Ah, there aren’t many feelings that can measure up to the feeling of summer.

Revivals, Chautauguas, and the Women of Faith Conference have different names, but share some interesting similarities.

Small ships offer the opportunity to explore the world from a uniquely personal perspective. 

Since the commander of our Continental Army is a Virginian it is easy to sometimes forget that men from the north have also served our fledgling nation well. 

Poop. There’s a lot of poop. That’s the main thing I remember from horse camp when I was a kid. 

It’s been pretty hot these past few days here in our little piece of Orange, and I don’t just mean from the weather, we’ve been working extremely hard in the garden trying to clear the mess of old wood, glass, bits of metal wire fence and tons of fallen and rotting trees.

You’ve come a long way, baby! The reference is to the modest beginnings of the little town known by various names. It was first called Fairfax, then Culpeper Court House and since 1870, it has been simply and officially Culpeper.

It’s hard to believe, but the TV you watch or the iPod you listen to may be to blame for the high oil prices.

I want to relate to you the story I have heard about the exploits of a young Virginian by the name of Peter Francisco. 

Completing a 5K race may not seem like a lot to anyone who is a regular runner. But for me, running — er, jogging — across the finish line at the end of a grueling 3.1 miles was an enormous accomplishment.

Independence Day night arrived on Virginia’s Eastern Shore with a stormy crash-boom-bang, lightning dispersing a crowd of more than 1,000 from the beach at Cape Charles like something out of “War of the Worlds.”

It’s been quite a week or two since I last wrote about our move to Orange and in particular the issues I was having getting the phone service connected. 

Ever wonder why a particular date was selected to celebrate a particular event?

I wasn’t going to write a column this week, but all it took was a little inspiration.

Travel agents can save you time, money and stress.

During my service with Gen. Francis Marion in our battles up and down the Pee Dee River area, I came to know and admire Col. Isaac Hayne. 

The first heat wave of the summer is almost always accompanied by a sudden decline in cool-season lawn quality and a rapid increase in growth rate of warm-season grasses (both lawn grasses and weeds like crabgrass). 

As summer begins, so does the conditioning and training of many student-athletes. 

One of our most remarkable patriots did not carry a musket, nor did he wield a sword but instead with pen and paper he did extol the peoples of our fledgling country to rise forth and fight for our freedom from the tyrannical rule of King George.

A trip to my hometown of Charlotte, N.C. last weekend got me thinking: Who says you can’t go home?

And now, the rest of the story.

Angler Development’s creation of the Culpeper Utility Partners first strikes one as shady given Angler’s recent bankrupted projects and inability to see the oncoming freight train of a housing downturn — but privatizing water and sewer in Culpeper may be the best thing.

I was driving home from the Woodrow Wilson Rehabilitation Center on March 4. I had already seen the weather forecast and I had heard the weather in Martinsville (where I live) was supposed to get pretty bad around 4 p.m. It was almost 8 p.m. as I was nearing home and the weather was, indeed, bad. 

As the planning begins for a great family vacation, consider something fun, exciting and educational. 

You may recall last week how I mentioned my recent move to Orange and how Anita and I were spending our time trying to get things sorted so that we could properly move in.

I first served under Brigadier Gen. Francis Nash when he was appointed a captain in the North Carolina militia by Gov. William Tryon.