I AM A DOG PERSON who lives in a house
with two cats. This isn’t by design. It was the
(small) price to pay for marrying my wife 11 years
ago. The cats and I have coexisted—not always
I grew up with dogs. First, my family had
Schnapps, a Hungarian sheepdog with a penchant
for biting delivery people, and then Jenny, a
springer spaniel who stole my heart. To this day
( 35 years after she died), I remember how excited
Jenny would get whenever I arrived at my parents’
house in Danbury, Connecticut. As soon as she
heard my car in the driveway she would push
open the screen porch door and greet me like she
hadn’t seen me in months—even if I had just been
to the store and back.
In this issue we cover the extraordinary
relationship between dogs and their owners.
(Before the cat lovers among our readers start
canceling their subscriptions and/or posting
angry comments on our Facebook page, please
note that we have written about cats before—as
recently as the March/April issue—and will do so
Our coverage includes inspiring stories about
service dogs as well as the lengths that people will
go to pamper their dogs and keep them healthy.
We also share a poignant first-person account of
a family’s reckoning with the terminal illness of
their beloved dog, Bailey.
Our cover package begins on page 86.
ON A RECENT SATURDAY night, my wife,
Susan, and I met friends who were celebrating
their wedding anniversary at Jaleo in Bethesda.
We got there at about 10: 30 and our group was
the last to leave the restaurant at 1 in the morning.
When we got out on to the sidewalk to say
our goodbyes, we were surprised to see that
downtown Bethesda was a ghost town. The traffic
lights were already blinking and there wasn’t
another person in sight. I half expected to see
tumbleweed go blowing by.
Bethesda is many wonderful things, but “cool”
isn’t one of them. Unlike Silver Spring, there isn’t
much of an edge to Bethesda; there’s no Bethesda
“scene.” But that wasn’t always the case. From
the late 1960s to the early 1980s, Bethesda had a
rollicking and revered music scene, which writer
James Michael Causey chronicles in his story
“When Bethesda Was Cool” on page 142.
There were three pillars of the music scene:
radio station WHFS, which was located on Cordell
Avenue in the Triangle Towers apartment building;
the Psyche Delly music club, which was across the
street, where Flanagan’s Harp & Fiddle is today;
and the Red Fox Inn on Fairmont Avenue, where
Positano Ristorante Italiano is now located.
All three drew national acts to Bethesda,
including Bruce Springsteen, Gregg Allman,
Jerry Garcia, Stevie Nicks and Emmylou Harris.
And the musicians often hung around after their
performances, sometimes stopping by the Tastee
Diner in the wee hours.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY this issue of Bethesda
Magazine. Please send me your thoughts at steve.
Editor-in-Chief & Publisher
to our readers