Words Matter

When my grandson, Tommy, was five, my daughter, Kristin, took him to buy school supplies for kindergarten. As they walked toward the store, he yelled out, “Look, Mom! They got all the A-holes out of Walmart!’ People walking to and from their cars cast disapproving glares her way. She stooped down and asked, “Tommy, what did you say?” “The A-holes. They got all the A-holes out of Walmart!” Embarrassed, Kristin explained, “We don’t talk that way, Tommy.” He looked confused. “Show me what you mean,” she said. Tommy pointed to the new Walmart sign. “See? All the A-holes, where the Read More

R. Charlton’s Coffeehouse: the Starbucks of Colonial Williamsburg

One of the highlights of my visit to Colonial Williamsburg in September was a stop at R. Charlton’s Coffeehouse. While I had read about the patriots gathering at the Raleigh Tavern to share information, plan against the British and foment the patriot cause, I didn’t realize this also happened in the coffeehouses where the local gentry met and mingled. Here they discussed the politics of the day, gathered news, and exchanged gossip. Tacked on the wall, posters and flyers announced proclamations, upcoming events and want ads.   Beverages Patrons’ beverage choices were limited and did not include Starbucks varieties like Read More