By Scott Graber It is Saturday, Dec. 29, and I’m in the oak-paneled, sconce-lit, fire-warmed lobby of the Roanoke Hotel. It’s early,
MoreBy Scott Graber It’s the Friday after Christmas and I’m sitting in front of our hearth where a well-tended fire is burning
MoreBy Scott Graber It was Monday morning and my wife and I were boarding the blue and silver KLM jet that would
MoreBy Scott Graber Thirty years ago my son and I used to hike in the Blue Ridge Mountains near Asheville, North Carolina.
MoreBy Scott Graber It’s Monday morning and I’m aboard American Airlines Flight 2589 en route to Charlotte. We were delayed departing Albany
MoreBy Scott Graber It is Friday afternoon and I’m in my small, tastefully furnished office on Carteret Street looking at a stack
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