Sometimes people visit Richmond and I’m disappointed that they don’t seem to grasp its true essence. Others perceive it immediately, and it shows. It is a wonderful thing seeing someone fall in love with something that you love too. Recently someone posted these amazing letters all over my street, and — well, it just about sums it all up. I was going to take one down, scan it, and then replace it, but Scott already took a great photo of it and posted it on Oregonhill.net. So without further ado:
This also relates back to what I was saying here about the strange lure of RVA.