The peaceful transfer of power
Last Saturday my wife and I went for a long walk with our dog.
It was a strikingly beautiful day, clear and perfect and touched with the first hints of our late-arriving autumn. And though we've got some beautiful parks and wooded paths near our little suburban rambler, we got in the car and drove.
Our destination: the lovely fields and forests of a nearby national park, the park set aside as sacred ground to remember the first and second battles of Manassas, Virginia. It's a long walk, a whole afternoon, across the varying landscapes over which those battles raged.
