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...After three days in Richmond, a city that seemed to have suffered from a neutron bomb attack. It was dead dead dead. And for the first time it looked quite down at heel.
Now that the long, sort of brainless hiatus of Thanksgiving is over, there are things to be done, preparations to be made, articles to be written, wines to be tasted.
Bring. Them. On.
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you and Ken do have one of the great urban views in the city.
Posted by: fredric koeppel | November 25, 2007 at 03:58 PM
Yes. We're poor but we're smug.
Posted by: Terry Hughes | November 26, 2007 at 09:04 AM