This idyllic, gauzy scene evokes a simpler, less complicated era in Reston, with the clubhouse of the Reston National Golf Course and the Reston International Center sparkling in a misty spring morning. But even then, were those pristine links envisioned as a temporary placeholder for midrise condo goodness, as certain lawyers and insurance conglomerates have suggested, using a plot point lifted straight from a children's cartoon?
We'll know soon enough, but at considerable personal expense, we applied
lemon juice careful forensic evidence to the original unretouched 1960s-era photo and, much to our surprise, unveiled these faded annotations:
There are no words.