
Clove Furnace in Arden, New York
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One of many blast furnaces in this iron-ore-rich region, Clove Furnace opened in 1854, producing some 5,000 tons of iron by the following year—and 101,000 tons in the decade between 1871 and 1881. Iron produced here was used for the manufacture of stoves and other hardware.
The furnace was shut down in 1885 and now serves as headquarters of the Orange County Historical Society. The restored stack, spillway, and other buildings provide a rare glimpse into an important 19th-century industry in the Hudson River Valley, while the adjacent museum explains the iron-making process and offers displays about other aspects of Orange County history.
Hiking trails in Harriman State Park pass many of the mines that supplied this and other furnaces.
Inglis Bridge in Aldershot, England
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Stretched across the Basingstoke Canal, near Aldershot, England, is a remarkable relic of World War I engineering: the world's only surviving Inglis Portable Military Bridge. This sole survivor of Sir Charles Inglis’ revolutionary design is a testament to ingenuity in the face of wartime necessity.
The Inglis Bridge was designed for rapid deployment, enabling troops to cross obstacles with unprecedented, and often crucial, speed. Its modular, lightweight design allowed for easy transport and assembly, a vital advantage in the chaos of the Great War.
Of the many Inglis bridges that were deployed, most were dismantled or destroyed soon after use, leaving this example as the only one that remains. Its location in Aldershot, the "Home of the British Army," is no accident, and is likely the reason for its survival. The bridge was erected here in 1915, during World War I, likely for training or testing purposes.
Recently granted Grade II listed status, the bridge's historical significance has been formally recognized. While the historic bridge now simply carries a sewer pipe across the Basingstoke Canal, this unassuming, unceremonious, role belies the historic value it holds and the engineering prowess it represents.
First My Mother Died. Then My Home Got Hit by a Tornado.
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The wind was whipping up, but I ignored it. I was at my house in St. Louis, on the phone with the rabbi who would officiate my mother’s funeral, a thousand miles away. We spoke about her life, her family, the service, and other matters both material and spiritual. Mom had been sick for well over a year, but she started declining rapidly in December. Late last month, she was admitted to hospice. Along with her nurses and aides, I helped tend to her frail form as she slowly ceased to be able to eat, to speak, to breathe. Finally relieved of pain, she allowed comfort to overtake her.
When the emergency alert blared on my smartphone, I told the rabbi that we should probably finish talking later. My wife had just raced down the stairs to the basement, calling for me to follow. I did, but also I lingered: The sky was so dark. I had never seen a storm like this before. Later I’d realize that’s because I had never been inside an EF-3 category tornado with 150-plus mph winds, like the one that tore across metro St. Louis on Friday. But on my way to the basement, I didn’t know that. I took in the surreal, terrifying sight of a full-grown shingle oak scraping the ground. The storm seemed gentle to me in that moment, as it laid the tree to rest inside my yard. I saw it cradling the oak to its now-certain end, as I had done for my mother the week before.
My feeling of repose was gone by the time I reached the basement and heard windows shattering. Glass is a human invention, and its breakage is inevitably associated with human violence or a human accident: a burglar’s incursion, a child’s wayward baseball, a pogrom. I knew in my head that nature, too, can impose itself on the built environment, but still I was unprepared for the sensation of its happening.
As a midwesterner in the age of anthropogenic climate change, I have spent many hours in the basement waiting out tornado warnings. Normally, it’s boring to be down there in storm isolation, even though we all bring phones and tablets, and the power usually stays on. We might express frustration at the fact that official warnings rarely come to much. The tornadoes never pass through here, we say. They always move west of the city. As of Friday morning, I understood that tornadoes were unlikely; baseball-size hail was the greater concern. But when a tornado has begun to whirl around your home, a sense of smallness overtakes you. Who are you to think you know how any of this works?
[Read: The hybrid system that spots tornadoes]
In the basement, my wife held my daughter tightly, begging me to stop wandering toward the walls and windows. I didn’t do so out of bravado or even apprehension. I was enrapt. To watch the storm was to be a party to a power much greater than myself. As one gets older and more experienced, novel encounters become more precious. This one, embossed by the force of the powerful mph winds, was new to me. The philosopher Immanuel Kant thought that appreciating the sublime requires the safety of distance. Now I wondered whether he was wrong. Perhaps the sublime has to be confronted viscerally to be made complete, just like one cannot truly appreciate vertigo by watching roller coasters from the ground.
People lament and worry about the loss of human life. “I’m sorry for your loss,” they say when I tell them my mother died. “Is everyone okay?” they ask after the storm passes. At least five people were killed and dozens injured in St. Louis on Friday. But when we emerged from our homes to assess the outcome—which included a splay of tar roofing, air-conditioning condensers, and insulation hurled from neighboring buildings—it still didn’t feel right to relay the news that no one on our street had been hurt.
That’s because of the trees. The tornado appears to have begun in Clayton, a well-to-do municipality just west of St. Louis. It crossed the edge of Forest Park, site of the 1904 World’s Fair, and tore through residential neighborhoods as it moved northeast. Within them are residential streets planned in the late 19th century and built up in part by industrialists of the Gilded Age and progressive era. At the park and in the neighborhoods, the tree canopy has grown since then to some 80 feet in height. After a long and dreary winter, the pin oaks on my block, planted in tidy rows, had finally leafed out a few weeks earlier, casting an arch of shade over the whole street.
Almost all of them are gone now, felled whole or disfigured into shrapnel. To say they can’t be replaced isn’t quite right; it just takes decades to grow new ones. And yet, even this arboreal tragedy felt sublime, in its way: more than a century of slow progress wiped out in seconds. I will never see those trees again, not like that—but then again, neither would the people who first planted them in the early 1900s, when the saplings were too young to offer shade.
Trees are no less mortal than human beings. The pin oaks, by any measure, had already exceeded their typical lifespan of 100 to 120 years, and many had already suffered the ills of poorly drained soil and compaction. They’d been dying by the pair every year, but enough remained to give me and my neighbors the false impression that their shade was eternal, that we were owed it, that it was ours. The tornado ended that delusion.
At 75, my mother was young to die, by contemporary standards, but ancient by historical ones. Friends and family keep asking “What did she have?,” hoping for a simple answer. But what she had was something more amorphous, a set of interconnected but distinct ailments that, when blended together and seasoned by accident, led to a slow decline and then a quick one. To yearn for a tidy word—cancer, stroke—to name misfortune is to make a category error, like trying to lasso the ocean. It betrays the mystery of life and death, fortune and accident. It is no more or less unfair that this fate would befall her than that a tornado would careen across my fancy street. If such things happen to someone, why not us?
[Read: What the tornadoes in Nashville revealed]
Mom and Dad were married for 52 years before he died two years ago. They worked together and did everything else together, too, a feat that would make me crazy but that my mother embraced. My father had a disability—I wrote about it for The Atlantic—stemming from a terrible auto accident in his teens, which he always tried to mask. Sometimes, especially late in his life, my mother would say that she remained so attached to him in order to take care of him, which is true. But she also maintained that close connection by choice. Seeing her confined to the same hospital bed that he had used, in the same room, taking the same narcotics prescriptions, felt somehow apt. This, too, they would do together, if slightly apart.
Mom kept close tabs on the weather wherever I lived, which was always too far away, by her judgment. She would text or call when she saw storms in the forecast. Are you okay? she might ask. And I would play the role of churlish son, answering We’re fine mom, don’t worry, or The tornadoes always pass to the west, as if I had a say in the matter. But the one time she was finally right to be concerned, she couldn’t express the worry anymore. I am tempted to call this irony, but it is better named indifference.
What a shame that indifference is seen only in a negative light. The storm’s disregard was terrifying and awesome. I felt it in the basement as the gale whipped around my house, and then in the street, amid the fallen oaks and the hurtled air-conditioning condensers. And I’d felt the same sense of the sublime at Mom’s bedside earlier that week as her fever became terminal. Neither Mom nor I were targeted for calamity, but it found us nevertheless. The universe is indifferent, and that is terrifying, and that is beautiful.
Tomato time [gardening]
May. 22nd, 2025 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The varieties that I transplanted into the wine barrel a week? Two weeks? ago are looking pretty happy.

I planted six different varieties in the main garden bed. There is basically a row in between the mint and strawberry plants where I could fit them in.

I still haven't decided on homes for the last 2 varieties.


Meanwhile, there are little strawberries on many of the strawberry plants.
And flower buds on the raspberry canes.

I probably won't manage to get the soaker hose and timer set up before leaving to bike tour, but the tomato plants will all fare far better in the ground instead of in pots, while I'm away. They had reached the point where I had to water them on the daily, and now they will have access to a ton more nutrients, too.
It will be interesting to see how all these different varieties fare. All of these plants are planted too densely for optimal tomato production, but for whatever reason I just can't bring myself to thin them out too much.
ALMA measures evolution of monster barred spiral galaxy
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An extreme cousin for Pluto? Possible dwarf planet discovered at solar system's edge
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How modern dog ownership has redefined family and parenting
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Expanded viral immunity in cholera bacteria linked to large-scale outbreaks in Latin America
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Titan's mysterious wobbling atmosphere is like a gyroscope, new research suggests
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Dwarf galaxy clustering challenges standard cold dark matter paradigms
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Pneumatic soft robot mimics self rotating action of fruit fly larvae
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Using a fermionic neural network to find the ground state of fractional quantum Hall liquids
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“It’s Henderson again, sir. … He always faints at the sight of yolk.”
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“All right. Run along and play ... and stay away from those tar pits!”
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THE MONGOOSE CAME AT MIDNIGHT / TH CAM / ADMISSION
How outdoor sports can support youth as they navigate climate change
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Massive floods strand over 50,000 in eastern Australia
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Why Do Grocery Stores Cover Potatoes at Night?
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Billions of Synchronous Fireflies Put on Incredible Light Show
May. 22nd, 2025 08:12 amOddments
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I initially saw this because somebody on Facebook posted the video: Boyfriend proposed during the marathon she trained 6 months for, and in the list of Inappropriate Times and Places to Propose, while she is actually running a marathon is very near the top, right? it's bad enough for bloke to be waiting with ring and maybe flowers at the finish line (for many observers, marathon proposals are about men stealing the spotlight).
Run, girl, run.
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To revert to that discussion about The Right Sort of Jawline and Breathing Properly the other day, TIL that mouth taping is (still) A Thing, and Canadian researchers say there’s no evidence that mouth taping has any health benefits and warn that it could actually be harmful for people with sleep apnea.
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Since I see this is dated 2020, I may have posted it before: but hey, let's hear it for C18th women scholars of Anglo-Saxon Elizabeth Elstob, Old English scholar, and the Harleian Library. I think I want to know more about her years in the household of Margaret Cavendish Bentinck (1715–1785), duchess of Portland, who I know better through her connection with Mrs Delany of the botanically accurate embroidery and collages of flowers.
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I like this report on the 'Discovery of Original Magna Carta' because it's actually attentive to the amount of actual work that goes into 'discovering', from the first, 'aha! that looks like it might be' to the final confirmation.
Fact-checking Trump's Oval Office confrontation with Ramaphosa
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White crosses shown by Trump not graves, says man who erected them
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Crab Cakes
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I grew up in the South, and Crab Cakes are a staple. They can, however, be a little pricey, so they were a real treat when my family made them. To keep that tradition alive without spending a fortune, I use canned crab (it gives the flavor I’m looking for without the hefty price tag!) This shelf-stable ingredient is a game changer, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts making a regular appearance on your grocery list after trying this recipe. With a few more simple ingredients you probably already have, you can start making crab cakes a weekly indulgence rather than just an occasional treat.

Easy Recipe for Crab Cakes
These golden crab cakes taste just like the ones I remember from my childhood and couldn’t be easier to make. I mix canned crab with sweet yellow onion, crisp celery, and a bit of garlic for depth. Then it all gets folded together with creamy mayo, lemon juice, Dijon mustard, soy sauce, and a good hit of Old Bay seasoning (because it’s not a crab cake without it, in my opinion!) A little breadcrumb binds it all together, and a quick pan-fry creates a perfect golden crust. They come together fast, taste like a splurge, and honestly? I could eat the whole batch myself. 😉
Budget Saving Tips
- I opted to skip the egg you often see in crab cake recipes to keep the costs down. The mayo does the job just fine on it’s own, so the egg isn’t needed in this easy recipe!
- I also tested this recipe with imitation crab. It did work, but the canned crab had a more authentic flavor. So, if you only have imitation crab on hand, go for it and save yourself a trip to the store. But if you’re looking for the best taste without breaking the bank, canned crab is the way to go.

Crab Cakes Recipe
Equipment
- Medium Sauté Pan
- Mixing bowl
Ingredients
- 2 6 oz. canned crab, drained* $5.88
- ¼ cup yellow onion, small dice (43g) $0.25
- ¼ cup celery, small dice (43g) $0.19
- 2 cloves garlic, minced (1 Tbsp) $0.12
- ¼ cup mayonnaise $0.23
- 2 tsp lemon juice $0.04
- 2 tsp soy sauce $0.04
- 2 tsp Dijon mustard $0.04
- 1 tsp Old Bay seasoning** $0.22
- ½ cup plain breadcrumbs $0.33
- 2 Tbsp vegetable oil $0.08
Instructions
- In a mixing bowl, add the drained crab, diced onion, diced celery, minced garlic, mayonnaise, lemon juice, soy sauce, Dijon mustard, and Old Bay seasoning. Fold to combine well.
- Add the breadcrumbs and gently fold to combine.
- Place 1/4 of the mixture into your hands to form a ball. Then gently flatten it into a patty shape, pressing firmly so it holds together. Place them aside and continue until you form 4 patties.***
- Heat a medium sized sauté pan over medium heat and add 2 tablespoons of oil.
- Once the oil is hot, place the crab cakes in the pan one at a time.**** Fry them undisturbed for 4-5 minutes on each side, or until golden brown. Transfer them to a paper towel-lined plate to absorb excess oil.
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Notes
Nutrition
how to make Crab Cakes step-by-step photos

Gather all of your ingredients.

Mix the ingredients: Add two 6 oz. cans of drained crab, ¼ cup diced yellow onion, ¼ cup diced celery, 2 cloves minced garlic, ¼ cup mayonnaise, 2 tsp lemon juice, 2 tsp soy sauce, 2 tsp Dijon mustard, and 1 tsp Old Bay seasoning to a medium-sized mixing bowl. Fold the ingredients together until well combined.

Now, add in ½ cup plain breadcrumbs and fold again to combine.

Form the crab patties: Use your hands to form 1/4 of the mixture into a ball. Now, flatten it into a patty shape while pressing firmly to ensure it holds together. It’s important that the cakes stay together and don’t fall apart while forming them (otherwise, they’ll fall apart in the pan). You can add more breadcrumbs to help with this if needed. Repeat with the remaining mixture until you have made 4 patties.

Cook: Add 2 Tbsp vegetable oil to a medium-sized sauté pan and heat over medium heat. Once the oil is nice and hot, add your crab cakes. Let them cook, undisturbed, for 4-5 minutes or until golden brown. Then, flip them over and let them cook for a further 4-5 minutes (or until golden) on the other side.

Rest and serve: Once cooked, transfer them to a paper towel-lined plate to absorb any excess oil. Serve, and enjoy!

Recipe Tips & Variations!
- I added celery and onions for crunch and flavor. Be sure to dice them small to avoid the cakes falling apart during cooking. If you have any additional veggies you love, you can add them as well. I think diced bell pepper would be chef’s kiss.
- When you’re forming your homemade crab cakes, make sure they’re all an even thickness to help them cook through at the same rate.
- If your mixture is crumbling as you’re forming the patties, that means they’ll crumble during cooking. I recommend packing them down firmly with your hands, and if needed, add more breadcrumbs to bind the mixture together.
- To avoid sticking, make sure the oil is HOT before adding your crab patties to the skillet. I also don’t touch them for the first 4 minutes of cooking (no nudging, no peeking!) so they can form a golden crust without falling apart.
- Want to use a different seafood? Try our recipes for salmon patties or tuna patties instead!
Serving Suggestions
You’ll get 4 generous crab cakes from this recipe. They’re great as an appetizer, but I also think they’re delicious added to a sandwich for something more filling. Want to serve them as an entrée? Just double the recipe. I love mine with a dollop of tartar sauce and lemon wedges, but the zesty remoulade from our shrimp po’ boys recipe is a fun dipping sauce, too.
Storage & Reheating
Leftover crab cakes can be stored in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 3-4 days. To reheat, place them in a skillet over medium heat for a few minutes on each side until warmed through. You can also reheat them in the oven at 350°F until heated through. To freeze, let them cool completely, then layer them between pieces of parchment paper and place in a freezer-safe bag or container for up to 3 months. Let them thaw in the fridge before reheating for the best results.
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auberge
May. 22nd, 2025 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Or sometimes a restaurant, because some inns also serve food, but more strictly it's a place to sleep for the night. Dictionaries wildly disagree on when this was taken on from French, ranging from the 15th to 18th centuries, which highlights that dictionary compilers have very different databases. The French word is taken from Provençal, with alberga/alberja attested from the eleventh century, which okay would technically be in Old Provençal, at which point it also meant an encampment/hut as well as inn, from a Germanic root (compare Old Saxon heriberga, army shelter, and Old High German heriberga, army headquarters) that also gave us harbor.
---L.
Nike to raise US prices as firms face tariffs uncertainty
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Top Maoist leader killed as India cracks down on rebels
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Don’t wait until menopause to strengthen your bones
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Did “Big Oil” Sell Us on a Recycling Scam?
May. 22nd, 2025 01:00 pm![[syndicated profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/feed.png)
“Reduce, reuse, recycle”: these three words have become as ubiquitous as the plastic waste they attempt to combat. Once seen as a simple roadmap toward sustainability, this mantra now conceals a far more complex and troubling reality. While these principles serve as a starting point for environmental action, they also have a deceptive history rooted in the petrochemical industry’s effort to avoid accountability. The truth is, no matter how diligently we sort our waste products, individual actions alone cannot solve the growing crisis of plastic pollution.
The ubiquity of plastic in modern life makes recycling seem like a moral imperative. From straws and bags to take-out containers, single-use plastics crowd landfills and clog waterways. And the crisis is accelerating. Legal scholar Roberta Mann warns that by 2050, plastic in the ocean could outweigh fish. The United States led the world in plastic waste in 2016, Mann writes, generating over 42 million metric tons. The COVID-19 pandemic further fueled plastics consumption, with a spike in single-use personal protective equipment and packaging from online shopping.
But here’s the catch: research suggests that our dependence on recycling as a solution isn’t only ineffective—it’s based on a carefully crafted illusion. The narrative that recycling can meaningfully counteract the plastic crisis was constructed by the oil and gas industry to maintain public demand for plastic and delay regulation of its production.
As an investigation conducted by NPR and PBS Frontline unearthed in 2020 and reported in a Frontline episode called “Plastic Wars,” oil companies have known for decades about the inability to recycle plastics throughout the US. Tracing the history of the issue, the Center for International Law outlines how in the 1950s and ’60s the fossil fuel, petrochemical, and packaging industries began convening on the issue of plastic pollution as reports emerged of the plastics’ inability to decompose in the natural environment. In 1973, a National Academy of Sciences workshop reported that polystyrene spherules and poly-chlorinated biphenyls were being found in abundance in marine environments. The concept of decomposability was soon weaponized as one of plastic’s biggest strengths: plastic began to be marketed as the only material perfect for landfill linings and pollution containment.
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You’ll Never Believe Who Invented Curbside Recycling
By also marketing plastic as recyclable, the entangled industries shifted the burden of responsibility onto individual consumers. A Time magazine advertisement from 1989 demonstrates how the Society of Plastic Industry (comprising fossil fuel companies Exxon, Mobil, Dow, DuPont, Chevron, and Phillips 66) emphasized recycling as a moral duty, all while knowing that the existing recycling infrastructure was inadequate and unprofitable.
Not much has changed in the last thirty-plus years. As Dave Dennison muses, recycling only occurs under conditions where it’s ”cheaper for waste-hauling companies to [do it than to] send baled waste to landfills.” As a representative from Keurig admitted in “Plastic Wars,” there’s currently no way of effectively recycling K-Cups, even though approximately eleven billion K-cups are produced per year. In fact, the creation of the recycling symbol on plastic products, utilizing the 1–7 polymer grade scale, was a push from industry as a bargaining chip to stop state governments from instituting plastic bans and creating mandatory recycling standards. As long as customers believe plastics producers are doing their part—and keep consuming plastic—the producer need not be concerned that their waste products aren’t recycled, Dennison suggests.
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[contact-form-7]That doesn’t mean recycling should be abandoned altogether. With so much plastic already in our ecosystems, recycling and remediation remain critical. Certain uses of plastic, such as medical supplies or assistive tools for disabled individuals, are currently irreplaceable. But we should also think about a fourth “R”: replace, as in: replace petroleum-based products with sustainable alternatives whenever possible. Plastics are known to cause endocrine disruption in living organisms, with links to cancers and other illnesses, writes Mann. Recycling, while important, can be understood as a harm-reduction tool—not a final solution. The search is on for additional approaches that will offer a deep mitigation of plastic without positioning the oil and gas industry at the heart of the solution. Real progress likely depends on systemic change: bold regulations to limit plastic production, major investments in alternative materials, and the will to challenge an industry that has polluted our planet for decades.
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Dranesville Tavern in Herndon, Virginia
May. 22nd, 2025 09:00 am![[syndicated profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/feed.png)
Dranesville Tavern, a popular wagon stand for teamsters and travelers traversing the Leesburg Turnpike in Virginia, dates back to 1823. Businessman Washington Drane (for whom Dranesville is named), opened this hostelry in a location roughly at the midpoint between Georgetown and Leesburg.
The log building, which is flanked by distinctive Seneca sandstone chimneys, survived the Civil War's Battle of Dranesville in 1862.
Just over 100 years later, the tavern faced a different kind of threat when planning began to widen the Leesburg Turnpike. In 1968, the Fairfax County Park Authority acquired the tavern. To preserve the building it was moved it about 100 feet from it's original location onto land located in Herndon.
Mapped: Life Expectancy by Country in 2025
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Mapped: Life Expectancy by Country in 2025
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Key Takeaways
- Western European countries have an 80+ life expectancy at birth, the highest regionally.
- However, several African countries have a below-60 life expectancy, a projected lifespan that is a full 20 years shorter.
How long you live depends a lot on where you’re born.
We illustrate this phenomenon in the above map, which uses 2025 life expectancy at birth projections from the UN World Population Prospects published last year.
Life expectancy at birth measures the average number of years that a newborn could expect to live, if they were subject to the age-specific mortality rates of a given period.

Ranked: Countries Where People Live the Longest
The micronation of Monaco has the highest average life expectancy in the world. A baby born in the country in 2025 can expect to live to 87 years old.
Rank | Country | ISO Code | Average life expectancy at birth, 2025 (in years) |
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1 | ![]() | MCO | 87 |
2 | ![]() | SMR | 86 |
3 | ![]() | HKG | 86 |
4 | ![]() | JPN | 85 |
5 | ![]() | KOR | 85 |
6 | ![]() | BLM | 85 |
7 | ![]() | AND | 84 |
8 | ![]() | PYF | 84 |
9 | ![]() | CHE | 84 |
10 | ![]() | AUS | 84 |
11 | ![]() | ITA | 84 |
12 | ![]() | SGP | 84 |
13 | ![]() | ESP | 84 |
14 | ![]() | LIE | 84 |
15 | ![]() | REU | 84 |
16 | ![]() | GIB | 84 |
17 | ![]() | MLT | 84 |
18 | ![]() | NOR | 84 |
19 | ![]() | FRA | 84 |
20 | ![]() | SWE | 84 |
21 | ![]() | GGY | 84 |
22 | ![]() | MAC | 83 |
23 | ![]() | VAT | 83 |
24 | ![]() | ARE | 83 |
25 | ![]() | ISL | 83 |
26 | ![]() | MTQ | 83 |
27 | ![]() | CAN | 83 |
28 | ![]() | ISR | 83 |
29 | ![]() | IRL | 83 |
30 | ![]() | PRT | 83 |
31 | ![]() | QAT | 83 |
32 | ![]() | BMU | 83 |
33 | ![]() | LUX | 82 |
34 | ![]() | NLD | 82 |
35 | ![]() | BEL | 82 |
36 | ![]() | GLP | 82 |
37 | ![]() | NZL | 82 |
38 | ![]() | AUT | 82 |
39 | ![]() | DNK | 82 |
40 | ![]() | FIN | 82 |
41 | ![]() | GRC | 82 |
42 | ![]() | PRI | 82 |
43 | ![]() | CYP | 82 |
44 | ![]() | SVN | 82 |
45 | ![]() | DEU | 82 |
46 | ![]() | GBR | 82 |
47 | ![]() | BHR | 82 |
48 | ![]() | CHL | 82 |
49 | ![]() | MDV | 82 |
50 | ![]() | IMN | 81 |
51 | ![]() | CRI | 81 |
52 | ![]() | TWN | 81 |
53 | ![]() | KWT | 81 |
54 | ![]() | CYM | 81 |
55 | ![]() | MAF | 81 |
56 | ![]() | FRO | 81 |
57 | ![]() | OMN | 80 |
58 | ![]() | CZE | 80 |
59 | ![]() | JEY | 80 |
60 | ![]() | PAN | 80 |
61 | ![]() | ALB | 80 |
62 | ![]() | AIA | 80 |
63 | ![]() | USA | 80 |
64 | ![]() | FLK | 80 |
65 | ![]() | EST | 79 |
66 | ![]() | SAU | 79 |
67 | ![]() | MNP | 79 |
68 | ![]() | NCL | 79 |
69 | ![]() | POL | 79 |
70 | ![]() | HRV | 79 |
71 | ![]() | WLF | 79 |
72 | ![]() | SVK | 79 |
73 | ![]() | URY | 78 |
74 | ![]() | CUB | 78 |
75 | ![]() | XKX | 78 |
76 | ![]() | CHN | 78 |
77 | ![]() | TCA | 78 |
78 | ![]() | BIH | 78 |
79 | ![]() | JOR | 78 |
80 | ![]() | PER | 78 |
81 | ![]() | COL | 78 |
82 | ![]() | LBN | 78 |
83 | ![]() | IRN | 78 |
84 | ![]() | ATG | 78 |
85 | ![]() | LKA | 78 |
86 | ![]() | TUR | 78 |
87 | ![]() | BES | 78 |
88 | ![]() | ECU | 78 |
89 | ![]() | ARG | 78 |
90 | ![]() | MKD | 78 |
91 | ![]() | GUM | 78 |
92 | ![]() | VGB | 78 |
93 | ![]() | POL | 78 |
94 | ![]() | MNE | 77 |
95 | ![]() | GUF | 77 |
96 | ![]() | HUN | 77 |
97 | ![]() | TKL | 77 |
98 | ![]() | CUW | 77 |
99 | ![]() | SRB | 77 |
100 | ![]() | SHN | 77 |
101 | ![]() | SPM | 77 |
102 | ![]() | MYS | 77 |
103 | ![]() | TUN | 77 |
104 | ![]() | THA | 77 |
105 | ![]() | SXM | 77 |
106 | ![]() | DZA | 77 |
107 | ![]() | ABW | 77 |
108 | ![]() | BRB | 76 |
109 | ![]() | MSR | 76 |
110 | ![]() | LVA | 76 |
111 | ![]() | MYT | 76 |
112 | ![]() | CPV | 76 |
113 | ![]() | LTU | 76 |
114 | ![]() | ROU | 76 |
115 | ![]() | BRA | 76 |
116 | ![]() | ARM | 76 |
117 | ![]() | BGR | 76 |
118 | ![]() | VIR | 76 |
119 | ![]() | MAR | 76 |
120 | ![]() | BRN | 76 |
121 | ![]() | COK | 76 |
122 | ![]() | GRD | 76 |
123 | ![]() | MEX | 75 |
124 | ![]() | MUS | 75 |
125 | ![]() | NIC | 75 |
126 | ![]() | BGD | 75 |
127 | ![]() | VNM | 75 |
128 | ![]() | UKR | 75 |
129 | ![]() | BHS | 75 |
130 | ![]() | GEO | 75 |
131 | ![]() | BLR | 75 |
132 | ![]() | AZE | 75 |
133 | ![]() | KAZ | 75 |
134 | ![]() | PRY | 74 |
135 | ![]() | DOM | 74 |
136 | ![]() | BLZ | 74 |
137 | ![]() | SUR | 74 |
138 | ![]() | PRK | 74 |
139 | ![]() | TTO | 74 |
140 | ![]() | BTN | 74 |
141 | ![]() | RUS | 74 |
142 | ![]() | TON | 73 |
143 | ![]() | HND | 73 |
144 | ![]() | LBY | 73 |
145 | ![]() | SYC | 73 |
146 | ![]() | ASM | 73 |
147 | ![]() | PSE | 73 |
148 | ![]() | LCA | 73 |
149 | ![]() | SYR | 73 |
150 | ![]() | GTM | 73 |
151 | ![]() | VEN | 73 |
152 | ![]() | UZB | 73 |
153 | ![]() | IRQ | 73 |
154 | ![]() | SLV | 73 |
155 | ![]() | IND | 72 |
156 | ![]() | KNA | 72 |
157 | ![]() | MNG | 72 |
158 | ![]() | TJK | 72 |
159 | ![]() | EGY | 72 |
160 | ![]() | KGZ | 72 |
161 | ![]() | WSM | 72 |
162 | ![]() | VUT | 72 |
163 | ![]() | ESH | 72 |
164 | ![]() | JAM | 72 |
165 | ![]() | VCT | 72 |
166 | ![]() | MDA | 71 |
167 | ![]() | DMA | 71 |
168 | ![]() | IDN | 71 |
169 | ![]() | KHM | 71 |
170 | ![]() | NPL | 71 |
171 | ![]() | SLB | 71 |
172 | ![]() | GUY | 70 |
173 | ![]() | TKM | 70 |
174 | ![]() | GRL | 70 |
175 | ![]() | NIU | 70 |
176 | ![]() | STP | 70 |
177 | ![]() | PHL | 70 |
178 | ![]() | YEM | 70 |
179 | ![]() | PLW | 69 |
180 | ![]() | LAO | 69 |
181 | ![]() | BWA | 69 |
182 | ![]() | SEN | 69 |
183 | ![]() | ERI | 69 |
184 | ![]() | MRT | 69 |
185 | ![]() | BOL | 69 |
186 | ![]() | UGA | 69 |
187 | ![]() | GAB | 69 |
188 | ![]() | RWA | 68 |
189 | ![]() | TLS | 68 |
190 | ![]() | PAK | 68 |
191 | ![]() | ETH | 68 |
192 | ![]() | MWI | 68 |
193 | ![]() | NAM | 68 |
194 | ![]() | FJI | 68 |
195 | ![]() | FSM | 68 |
196 | ![]() | TZA | 67 |
197 | ![]() | TUV | 67 |
198 | ![]() | MMR | 67 |
199 | ![]() | COM | 67 |
200 | ![]() | MHL | 67 |
201 | ![]() | KIR | 67 |
202 | ![]() | SDN | 67 |
203 | ![]() | ZMB | 67 |
204 | ![]() | AFG | 67 |
205 | ![]() | ZAF | 66 |
206 | ![]() | DJI | 66 |
207 | ![]() | PNG | 66 |
208 | ![]() | GMB | 66 |
209 | ![]() | COG | 66 |
210 | ![]() | GHA | 66 |
211 | ![]() | HTI | 65 |
212 | ![]() | AGO | 65 |
213 | ![]() | GNB | 64 |
214 | ![]() | SWZ | 64 |
215 | ![]() | CMR | 64 |
216 | ![]() | GNQ | 64 |
217 | ![]() | MDG | 64 |
218 | ![]() | KEN | 64 |
219 | ![]() | BDI | 64 |
220 | ![]() | MOZ | 64 |
221 | ![]() | ZWE | 63 |
222 | ![]() | TGO | 63 |
223 | ![]() | LBR | 62 |
224 | ![]() | NRU | 62 |
225 | ![]() | CIV | 62 |
226 | ![]() | COD | 62 |
227 | ![]() | SLE | 62 |
228 | ![]() | NER | 62 |
229 | ![]() | BFA | 61 |
230 | ![]() | BEN | 61 |
231 | ![]() | GIN | 61 |
232 | ![]() | MLI | 61 |
233 | ![]() | SOM | 59 |
234 | ![]() | LSO | 58 |
235 | ![]() | CAF | 58 |
236 | ![]() | SSD | 58 |
237 | ![]() | TCD | 55 |
238 | ![]() | NGA | 55 |
Note: Figures rounded.
Most of the top 10 countries are similarly small-sized territories or countries.
However, Japan (#4), South Korea (#5), and Australia (#10) are the three top-10 countries with the highest life expectancies (84+) when accounting for a population of more than 20 million people.
Regionally, Western European countries have the highest life expectancies at birth. Their counterparts in Eastern Europe are a shade lower.
And despite Japan and South Korea’s performance, most Asians have life expectancies between 70–80 years. Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Papua New Guinea are below the 70-year threshold.
However, several African countries have a below-60 life expectancy, a projected lifespan that is a full 20 years shorter than Western European residents.
Nigeria has the lowest average life expectancy at birth, at 55 years.
What Life Expectancy Numbers Mean for Individuals
Life expectancies are tricky things to fully comprehend: in that they change throughout a person’s lifespan and are measured for entire cohorts born in a year.
For example, in countries with lower projected expectancies, it doesn’t necessarily mean adults don’t live as long.
A high infant mortality rate for a particular cohort of babies born in a year could reduce the projected lifespan of the entire cohort. However once a baby from that year survives to adulthood, they may very well reach their 70s.
In fact, data shows that the biggest difference between life expectancies of Africa and high-income regions are for those before the age of 5 and after 60.
This is because both babies and older adults have a need for specific medical infrastructure which many Africans don’t have access to.
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Memorial Day, a national holiday to honor the 1.17 million men and women who have died to create and maintain the freedoms outlined in our Constitution, is not the only Memorial Day.
The holiday emerged from the Civil War as a celebration almost exclusively for veterans of the Union Army to remember those who had died. Veterans and their families from Confederate states held their own celebrations. Thus, it remains fraught with conflict and ambiguity.
In 2017, seven states—Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, Texas and Virginia—chose to also celebrate some form of Confederate Memorial Day. It’s usually celebrated on April 26—the day associated with the surrender of General Joe Johnston, nine days after General Robert E. Lee’s surrender at Appomattox at the end of the Civil War.
How can we overcome these deep divides?
Having served twenty-eight years in the US Army and as a teacher and researcher who studies the roles veterans and their family play in society, I believe poems written by veterans that focus on honoring those who have died may give us a clue.
Bridging Divisions
Tension between North and South remains. We see it not only on days dedicated to remembrance. It surfaces daily as communities such as New Orleans wrestle with whether or not to keep memorial statues honoring Confederate leaders like Robert E. Lee.
One poet who does not ignore these divides is Yusef Komunyakaa, an Army veteran who served in Vietnam from 1969 to 1970 and earned a Bronze Star. He is now a professor at New York University.
In “Facing It,” a poem about visiting the Vietnam War Memorial, Komunyakaa, an African-American, confronts the wall and issues linked to war and race. He writes:
“My black face fades / hiding inside the black granite.”
But he is also a veteran honoring those who died; he is balancing the pain of loss with the guilt of not being a name on the wall:
“I go down the 58,022 names, / half-expecting to find / my own in letters like smoke. / I touch the name Andrew Johnson; / I see the booby trap’s white flash.”
The poem ends with two powerful images that offer a glimmer of hope:
“A white vet’s image floats / closer to me, then his pale eyes / look through mine. I’m a window. / He’s lost his right arm / inside the stone. In the black mirror / a woman’s trying to erase names: / No, she’s brushing a boy’s hair.”
The image of the speaker becoming a “window” addresses how two vets, one white and one black, bridge the racial divide and become linked through shared acts of sacrifice and remembrance. Yet even with such a positive affirming metaphor, the speaker’s mind and heart are not fully at ease.
The next image creates dissonance and worry: Will the names be erased? The concluding line relieves that worry—the names are not being erased. More importantly, the final image of a simple act of caring calls to mind the sacrifices made to protect women and children by those whose names are on the wall. As a result, their image in the stone becomes a living memorial.
Memory and Reflection
We can also learn from Brock Jones, an Army veteran who served three tours of duty in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. He named his award-winning book Cenotaph, the name for a tomb to honor those whose graves lie elsewhere. By using the name of a monument for those not present, a monument with historical ties to ancient Greece and Egypt as well as our own culture, Brock highlights how honoring the dead goes beyond culture and country.
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The Evolution of Memorial Day
Jones’s poems do not focus outward toward social strife, but inward. They address language’s inability to capture or express loss linked to memories of war. They also point to how those remaining alive, particularly those who have not served, might come to understand the depth of the sacrifice expressed by memorials and, by extension, Memorial Day.
In “Arkansas,” a poem that takes place at the Arkansas pillar, one of fifty-six pillars at the National WWII Memorial in Washington, DC, the speaker remembers a journey with his grandfather:
“dead eight years ago this summer / to the Atlantic pavilion engraved / with foreign names he never forgot. / Bastogne. / Yeah, we was there. / St. Marie Eglise. / We was near there.”
The poem ends with the grandfather described as “a hunched figure, in front of ARKANSAS. Still, in front of ARKANSAS.” The grandfather is burdened by memories he carries, memories that render him “still” (motionless), memories that will remain with him “still.”
“Memorial from a Park Bench” offers a broader perspective, one that any visitor sitting on a bench in front of a memorial might experience. For the visitor, the memorial becomes “an opened book,” a place where “A word loses its ability to conjure / trapped inside a black mirror.”
The words are “names,” which “could be lines / of poems or a grocery list. / They could be just lines.” But they are not “just lines.”
At poem’s end, when all is contemplated, “Here are names and black stone / and your only reflection.”
Jones shifts the emotional and intellectual burden from the person on the bench to the poem’s readers, and thus to broader society. These words cannot be just lines or lists; they become, by being memorialized in a black stone, a “mirror,” the reader’s and thus society’s “reflection.” All on the bench are implicated; the names died for us, and, as a result, are us.
Memorial Day and Mindfulness
Memorial Day may have “official” roots honoring Union dead, but veteran poets of recent wars serving the United States have found ways to honor all those who have died in battle.
Our country may be divided, but by taking a moment to pause and reflect on names etched on monument walls or gravestones, everyone on benches may see their own reflections, and in so doing further the task President Abraham Lincoln outlined in his 1865 Second Inaugural Address “to bind up the nation’s wounds…to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
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[contact-form-7]By being mindful, we might understand what Robert Dana, a WWII vet wrote in “At the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, DC”: that “These lives once theirs / are now ours.”
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