Reposting out of sheer excitement that fleece-lined bomber jackets are all over the place right now. Not as a badge of my foresight, more bragging about the foresight of a father who held on to it. Do I still want a Burberry one? Oh God yes. Will this have to do for now? Yup. And... I found this ... View Post
Virginia is for lovers.
Behold: Scottsville, VA; Old Woodville at dusk: A hair under 50 degrees---and the birds were every bit as unsettled as the tow-headed toddlers up at the homestead, tossing their wooden blocks and brandishing new teeth at admiring aunts and uncles. ... View Post
Dad had it right.
Whenever I'm sending my mom pictures of some groovy pair of boots or coat I've got my eye on, she breaks my heart by saying, "Oh, I had a pair of those," or "You know I had a coat just like that." This always strikes me for one of two reasons: first, I definitely have decade-schizophrenia; and ... View Post