Friars Hill Traffic Report

Friars Hill Traffic Report
By Sarah Mansheim
Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger

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I said to my co-worker today, “Man, you should have seen all the deer I didn’t hit when I was driving home last night!” “Yes!” she commiserated. “I had to drive to Williamsburg last week...

Friars Hill Traffic Report By Sarah Mansheim Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger

My phone is tracking me. I started noticing it a couple weeks ago. I’d get into the car and a little message would pop up on my phone screen: “38 minutes to work. Traffic is...

Friars Hill Traffic Report By Sarah Mansheim Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger

Country folk get up early. That’s probably because we are better than everyone else. While all the city-dwelling ne’er-do-wells are slumbering in their beds until 8 a.m., sleeping off their drugs and pills and...

Friars Hill Traffic Report By Sarah Mansheim Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger

Well, it’s all over now. The leaves peaked this past week; the colors were vivid oranges and yellows, and they were so beautiful that when you got home, you wanted to turn the car around...

Friars Hill Traffic Report

By Sarah Mansheim Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger I can’t breathe. You probably can’t either. I can’t claim to know too much about pollen and other allergens, and why everyone is sneezing right now, but I can...

The cobbler’s children have no shoes

I should have known; I mean, everyone warned me. But I was in love. And this time it was going to be different. When I was growing up, my dad honed his carpentry skills, and...

My dog, my landscaper

By Sarah Mansheim Ask any of my neighbors, and they will agree, we are the Bumpuses of the neighborhood, and our dogs, Max and Ruby, are the Bumpus Hounds, gleefully barking, humping and digging at...

Friars Hill Traffic Report

By Sarah Mansheim Managing Editor • Mountain Messenger Last Tuesday evening I had to go to the Frankford Elementary School open house. That’s fine, I didn’t mind. There were free hot dogs, so I didn’t have...

Everyday I’m Shovelin’

By the time you read this, we will either be under a foot or two of snow or we’ll all be standing around in our kitchens wondering what in fresh Hell are we going...

Peekers

Are you a peeker? A box shaker? I peeked once. I can’t remember how old I was, maybe as old as 10, and one afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, I got wise to...

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