Author: Mike Tripp
Over about 20 years, Chris Anderson has planted thousands of trees. Last Friday, she added a few more to that total on a farm near Port Republic. “Oh, I’ve got a beautiful farm with a lot of different slope aspects,” she says. “And gorgeous soil, incredible soil, really deep, rich loamy soil with a lot of earthworms.”
The last scheduled home game of the season always marks the return of MRD alumni, proving that once you join the band, you never leave. It doesn’t matter how long ago you graduated or how old you are; once a Marching Royal Duke, always a Marching Royal Duke.
Things got serious at Funky’s Skate Center recently, with two roller derby teams facing off in fierce competition. Armed with roller skates, pads and mouth guards, Harrisonburg’s Rocktown Rollers battled the SuperNOVAs from Northern Virginia on Sept. 14 in a Women’s Flat Track Derby Association-sanctioned bout.
A light illuminates local jewelry maker Hugo Kohl, sitting at
his workbench, file in hand, shaping his latest creation.
“This is a one-off piece that may or may not make production,” he says, working deliberately.
Sighting of Bigfoot and hundreds of exotic and (not so exotic) creatures is common at Harrisonburg landmark
In their workshop, a cat is born … next to a lion. Brian Miglionico slowly pulls back the molding to free one of the concrete felines, carefully so as not to break the ears. Tim Shifflett and Andrew Milroy peel away the other’s shell.
Music fills the Strite Auditorium at Virginia Mennonite Retirement Community (VMRC) as 19 women lift their voices in song, practicing to be at their best when called for a private performance. Often, it’s for an audience of one person, facing the end of life.
Growing up in the Dominican Republic, Anderson Ramos Rodriguez was yet another NBA fan who idolized LeBron James and dreamed of playing basketball himself.
“I’ve wanted to play my whole life,” says Rodriguez, now 18. “That’s what I love.”
On this early summer evening, a wave of kids crashes across the new splash pad at Westover Park. They’d been forced to wait through the usual adults stuff – talking, more talking, photo ops, more talking – but now, with the ceremonial ribbon finally cut, they are turned loose.