The virginia fall has turned slowly and painstakingly into the virginia winter, so i fled for a real winter that promises below zero temperatures and wind that cuts through no matter how many layers of cloth you wear.
Ohio will always be home. So we packed up the car and went to work, thinking about the drive ahead of us and the miles that will fly under our car. As we were leaving Harrisonburg a little guy in the car in front of us took some kind of offense to our appearance as he gave me a dirty look, turned around in his seat and proceeded to give me not just one, but two middle fingers. He must have learned from a pro. I’m glad all of Harrisonburg doesn’t greet me with the same hasty distaste.