I miss my brother. And I miss my dog Rigby. And I miss my friends back in Annandale. And I miss Maine. I miss my grandmothers Agnes and Ida and Dorothy (yep, I had three of them). And I miss my old General Assembly days and my Redskins days, but only a little.
But here's what I don't miss at all. I don't miss waking up with a pounding head and a lighter wallet. I'm talking of course about some of the poorer choices I made in youn...
