This is one festive town. It seems like there is a parade every five minutes. Last night it was the local high school boys; they’d won their fifth state championship for … something or other. Football, given the season?
They waved and shouted “Merry Christmas,” so I responded in kind to be polite. Then a particularly friendly Salem woman commented to me that I must be a very proud father, and that got me feeling all weird.
A couple of the kids shouted, “Support Net Neutrality!” That’s some nice work there, Salem.
I’m including a picture of me here to show off an early Christmas present from an amazingly talented poet friend — a monogrammed, handmade scarf. I only had errands yesterday in the town, but I threw on my dress overcoat and pretended to be Bruce Wayne.
That last shot you see is of people on their way to line up in the Christmas Parade.
Salem, Virginia, November 2017.
… looking south from College Avenue yesterday in Salem, Virginia.
If my sense of geography can be trusted (and it usually can’t) those are technically part of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and not the Alleghenies.
College Lutheran Church.
I keep telling people on my native Long Island how hilly it is in Southwest Virginia. Depending on where you live, you might need to walk up or down just to visit your nextdoor neighbor. It seems like nothing to people who raised here. But it can feel utterly strange at first to anyone who grew up in a region that is almost uniformly flat.