Springfield Golf and Country Club

How are you assured that you're in a more affluent than average community? You see a golf course - and a privately-owned one, not a municipal one. Such is the case with the Springfield Golf and Country Club.

This is a street view from Old Keene Mill Road. Looks pretty, bucolic, green and... well... like a golf course.

I am not a member. Number one, I don't like golf. Number two, I probably couldn't afford it.

This is the Clubhouse. As a guest of a fanatical golfer friend who is a member, I've eaten here one Friday night. Pretty good food! And thanks to the same friend we were sponsored to obtain the place for my daughter's wedding reception. It was very nice.

I'd like to be able to tell some more stories about this Springfield Thing, but, as I said, I don't golf.

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Calamo House

 

This is a street view of what is known in some local circles as "the Calamo House" (as the name suggests, on Calamo St. in Springfield) - almost as if there were no others. Why?

 

I first moved to town in 1987, and I believe at the time this house was under construction - that is, the framing was in place, but the siding was not and most of this house was sheathed in bare plywood. Some windows were fitted, some were not. It remained that way for years - a decade or more, perhaps. I don't recall - I wasn't keeping track - but the house quickly gained the reputation as "that perennially unfinished house on Calamo." It was an especial source of amusement to a friend of mine who is a local building contractor.

 

At some point - after 2000? - the house was finally sided and painted.

 

 

You can see from this close up that, technically, the house still isn't finished. There's a ladder on the front porch and some siding has yet to be installed.

But the long and painful road to completion is not what sets this house apart - it has other angles.

Circa 2001 I used to know a fellow who rented out the basement, which was reachable via a door in the back yard. One time I had occasion to visit him when he wasn't home, so I walked around to the front door to knock to see if anyone knew where he might be. What I saw though the front door really surprised me: a smaller, older home, within the newer home, apparently fully intact. Well, as far as I could see. (I wasn't invited in.) In other words the Calamo House was a house within a house!

I forget the conversation I had with the people in the home, but I was too polite to ask, "Excuse me, but... what's going on, here?" I made a mental note instead to ask my friend about the situation.

Eventually I caught up with my friend who assured me that the fellow who owned the place was in actuality quite nice, but that it wasn't just a home within a home. No. In fact, and he told me this with a sincere look on his face, family members lived within a trailer within the house within the house. Honest. That's what he told me. "No," I said. "Get out." "Yes," he replied. "Really."

Years have passed since I had this conversation, and doubts have crept into place. How does one fit a trailer within a house? I can see building a newer, larger home outside of and encompassing a previous house, but... how...?

Gentle Reader, that's all I can say.

You can see Calamo House and its environs on google maps, here.

Trader Joe's

Trader Joe's is my favorite grocery store. Why? Because it makes me think of the beach stores one goes to when on vacation... so when I'm in Joe's I feel like I'm on vacation picking up a few fun items, not in the workaday world doing dreary food shopping.

That plus it looks so un-corporate. 

I also appreciate the lengths they go to with interior decoration. The following photographs describe what I mean...

 

Springfield! Flying the colors proudly!

 

I believe that's supposed to be Lake Accotink!

 

My favorite sign in the store: Springfield is at the 6 o'clock point on the Washington Beltway, where 95, 495 and 395 meet.

 

Each cashier station has the name of a prominent street in town.  Backlick, Amherst...

..and, of course, Old Keene Mill Road.

 

Hahahaha! That loopy road depiction is the Springfield Interchange - the other places are about 13 miles north up I-395. 

 

The Orange and Alexandria railroad trestle is at Lake Accotink; another street sign. 

 

A commendable show of support for the local schools. (My kids went to Lee, at left. Go Lancers!) 

 

The carousel at Lake Accotink, I think.

Trees

Trees? Yes, trees.

See, the thing is I'm from Los Angeles. We have trees in Southern California, of course, but not the amazing year round deciduous display we get here in Northern Virginia. So, at certain times of the year, even the crappy parts of Springfield look nice. I suspect we take the beauty of them for granted. (We certainly grouse about them when it's time to pick up the leaves.)

Here are some examples.
 

 

The trees here actually do get this amazing. A sunburst finish on a tree...wow.

 

Seen while walking the dog!

 

Seen at the Franconia-Springfield Metro Station.

The Gambrill Park and Ride Lot

Whhhhaaat? Featuring a commuter lot as a Springfield Thing? Why? Well - because it's a half mile away from where I live and serves as the link to the bus and Metro rail train which takes me to work and brings me home each day. I drive to the lot, then take a bus, then take a train. I get a lot of reading done this way.

Also, I once attempted to teach my kids how to drive a standard transmission car in the big parking lot when it was empty on various Sundays. And gave up. 

See those aluminum benches in the covered shelter? I wait there for the bus reading a book for about fifteen minutes each workday. Doing the math... that's about four hours a month. 48 hours a year. Since I have about eight years until retirement as of this writing, that's 384 hours, or 32 days - over a month - sitting there reading books in all temperatures and all weather conditions.

And this doesn't count how many days I've spent there since this thing opened ten years or so ago.

It's rather depressing, really.

Anyway, I have spent and will spend a lot of time here.

 

Look at all those stickers on the light pole. Who put them there?

Summer, 2009: The commuter lot in the background. Twenty second exposure; my name written with a small flashlight. I like the way the lights from the street lamps beam out in rays. I also like the way you can see my characteristic nose... Also note cars going by at right - you can see the lights but not the cars.

Cardinal Plaza Shell Station

This has to be the most exuberant gas station on the east coast! What do I mean by that? I mean that it's always decorated with eye-catching displays and gee-gaws. This isn't a mere gas station. It's an architectural and entertainment curiosity! It makes a statement, and the statement is, "Can we fit another air-filled animated item somewhere on the property?" 

My guess is that the owner, ever since he was a little boy, has wanted to run a superstation, and when he finally got the opportunity he went all out.

It's located at the corner of Old Keene Mill Road and Rolling Road in West Springfield - a very heavily-traveled intersection. The address is  8334 Old Keene Mill Rd, Springfield, VA 22152. IS there a website? Of course there is. 

From the website: "Established in 1969, Cardinal Plaza Shell is a family owned and operated AAA Approved Auto Repair Center servicing Springfield, VA, and surrounding areas."

We had occasion to come here once for tires and had a great experience. 

 

Yes, this is a scene at a gas station, not a theme park.

 

A Halloween witch greets you in an autumnal gazebo...

 

Yes, that's a dolphin. Yes, those are carefully-tended flowers.

It's clearly October.

I can't keep my flowers beds this tidy!

It really is an amazing place... I've never seen a gas station even remotely like this. And everybody in town knows this particular gas station. 

Here's the scene in December.