Saturday commute xlv: toward the boating stripe

Tolerant readers (are there any other kind?) 

will recall a Summer digression on the boat-

ing stripe, in particular in Visconti. 

I invoke that classic in the way others 

resort to the white flag, not of surrender 

but of truce, which I really feel like ex-

ploiting to my private delight and that of 

my dog, this weekend, and to the relief - 

one can only hope - of those who keep up 

with what the page churns out from day to 

day. It's October in Virginia, and believe 

me, if the place has the slightest excuse, 

this is it. For us, to go down to the wa-

ter, represents not the slightest paradox.

Next weekend, of course, are the Montpelier

Hunt Races. Please do not imagine, we would

miss them.