Richmond
is on the banks of the James River, and is about 20 feet above mean sea level. The area around here is flatter than a platter of piss, which means that it gets hot and steamy here during the summer and we never actually get winter.

Virginia goes from this flat and sullen plane to the Blue Ridge Mountains, so named because the air is still rather humid there and the mountains look like low-lying clouds. West of that are the Appalachian Mountains in West Virginia, and there it starts to actually get to be a lot nicer- but there's no industry there, so I can't live there.

Richmond was the capitol of the Confederacy during the Civil War, and have never forgotten it. So what was a dusty memory that they made us study as children in school for about two weeks is all around me here, constantly in your face. I now recognize Robert E. Lee better than I could recognize a picture of my grandfather.

And the food down here sucks. Their idea of Chinese food is La Choy, and Italian food is what you go to Olive Garden for, and German food is an utter mystery here. Bakeries make godawful wads of dough or else these horribly shellacked things that look pretty but taste like a shoe box.

Dammit, I want my beer NOW!
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 22 Aug 2008, 22:39, Reply)