I wish I weren’t as old as I am.  I wish that politics and governance hadn’t deteriorated as much as they have during these elder years of my life.   In spite of that, I am glad to have started my life near the end of the 1930s and glad to have been able to witness, and […]

We held our opening meeting, the beginning of Bread Furst. Everyone called it “our kickoff.“ I didn’t because I dislike sports metaphors. We spent nearly two hours in the building, 4434 Connecticut Avenue, that in about six months will be our store, walking around and exploring, talking, raising questions, and making tentative decisions. Jack Revelle […]