Arlington’s “Hippie High,” as the H-B Woodlawn Secondary program is sometimes dubbed, has broken much new ground in its nearly five decades.
Author: Charlie Clark
If you voted this week, you rightly presumed your ballot was secret. But a century in the future, who knows?
Locals are only joking (I think) when they speak of renaming Arlington as “Amazon County.”
Our sainted parish is revving up to mark the 100th anniversary of its renaming, from Alexandria County to Arlington County in March 1920.
My personal contribution to what will be months of commemoration of that action by the state General Assembly rolled out this week.
Perusing her just-published suspense paperback, I noticed the slew of Arlington locations in the latest from novelist Siri Mitchell.
A century ago, our suburb was cultivated by many as a rural retreat from the bustling capital city.
When I wade into our county’s cutthroat retail arena, I lean toward the non-chain stores, particularly those that aren’t gimmicky or trendy.
“This structure is unsafe or unfit for habitation and its use or occupancy has been prohibited by the building maintenance official.”
So reads the black-on-orange sign pasted to the front door of a sad-sack red brick rambler not far from my north Arlington home, one of three blighted homes with which I’m familiar.
The de-Confederatization of 21st-century Arlington proceeds.
Last week I witnessed a wave of Arlington baby-boomers and elders sign up for the Encore Chorale, billed as “America’s largest and fastest-growing choral organization for adults over 55.”