Onward Hoe!

No, this isn't an impossible IQ test question. These are the highways with which I'm becoming way too familiar. I went to northern Virginia this weekend to see Rachel and her beautiful, adorable, nearly edible baby, my god-daughter, Annabelle. She's only six weeks old, which, according to my mother, isn't old enough to have a personality yet. And while this may be true, she sure is cute. And the girl can poop. Projectile poop. Five feet, out the door and into the hallway poop. It was amazing. That's a talent not to be reckoned with.

Along the way, I saw many an entirely too familiar sight: the Freedom Life Church on Fire (photo forthcoming); the Ramada whose letters have been rearranged so that from one side, it reads "Armada" and from the other, "Ramaad;" downtown Richmond; and the house for sale on NC1 that stands alone in the middle of a large field with "FOR SALE" spray-painted directly onto the side of the house. You can't make this stuff up, folks. This is where I live. This is where I'm from. These are my roots. It's a miracle I have teeth, really.