If you had told me five years ago that I’d be known as the bee guy of Georgetown, I would have thought you were nuts. I am your typical Type A business guy in D.C. whose sole focus was real estate. And work really came before everything most of the time. When the market went to pot, I had plenty of time to try new things. And I needed something to throw myself into that demanded intense focus. It started as a cooking thing. I went from cooking into gardening in small urban spaces. And that made me realize the importance of pollinators — and the lack thereof in urban areas — so they got me into bees. But really, I needed a distraction. A couple hundred thousand bees buzzing in the back of your Explorer as you drive home with your new hobby is a distraction.
I didn’t tell my family. They were at our place in Rhode Island when I bought my first hives. They found out from an in-law. My wife was not happy. She was worried about how the bees would impact our kids and our neighbors. But she’s come around. That first taste of honey hasn’t hurt. Watching your kids become comfortable with something that strikes fear in so many — that’s a cool thing. Hanging out on the roof with my 13-year-old, 10-year-old and 7-year-old is not something I think I had time for before.