![]() ![]() Only one of the three doctors knew enough of the latest medical practices to even question repeating the treatment. Morbidly engrossed in the death scene of a stoic George Washington, I felt the horror of modern hindsight as I read of the extent of bloodletting used by the doctors at Mount Vernon in their well-meaning attempts to save him. Thus primed, I started chapter one, and found the book hard to put down. ![]() In another, a row of low-slung buildings and telegraph poles line a dirt road in a place I didn’t recognize called “Hells Bottom.” In one photo, five men sit or stand on the steps of a house porch under a banner bearing slogans of the American Nazi Party the house that once served as headquarters was on a street near where I live now. I was intrigued and spooked by some of the photo subjects: portraits, paintings, grave-markers, and “wicked” places of time gone-by, such as a bordello houseboat, a tobacco barn, and turn of the 20th century barrooms. The photos and political cartoons in the cover’s collage and interspersed throughout the book’s 131 pages in Wicked Northern Virginia caught my attention. ![]()
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