Then, Now...

What does an old dirt road mean? I explain on New York Social Diary today. 

It has to do with a party on the Western Shore that unexpectedly placed me on that road, and at a home, only a field over from where we lived in the late 80s and 90s. The road was as familiar to me as anything that's held close to my heart. When we packed up and left Galesville, MD, in '99 I had overnight become many things: a widow, solo parent to a 5 year old, saloon owner, federal tax fraud defendant, as well as still having my day job as a producer for Larry King Live. There was no way to deal with all of that and hold on to our beautiful place that I thought would be home for the long haul.

A big bump in the road, alas. 

So, here I was deep in the past. How was it? Beautiful, of course. A chance to embrace old friends and views of the tranquil water. I loved life on the Chesapeake Bay. It's a treasure of our region. Rumor was my old home may be going on the market soon. Hmmm. That was then. Who knows what now has around the corner.