Fragments From Floyd

Even though it was late in the day and they'd already spent hours on the road, his wife and kids were willing to let Peter of Slow Reads venture off the interstate and travel 25 miles down the road and decades back in time to visit downtown Floyd--a place that seems at times to be the Lake Wobegon of southwest Virginia. After hours on a Saturday, it seemed more like a diorama of a little town (that time forgot, which the decades could not improve) with most of the props stored back stage somewhere. Even so, it was a good visit that included sandwiches (and lots of peach soda!) at Momma Lazardos and as much conversation as you can shoehorn into an hour.

And there was a kind of blogging symmetry to Peter's visit. He'd just come from meeting his first blogger in the flesh: Kurt of A Happening, who, as it turns out, was the first blogger I ever met, almost three years ago now.

Maybe they'll come back some day and stay longer. I think that the hand-painted clothes in the windows of Winter Sun and the promise of sartorial abundance in Schoolhouse Fabrics might just lure the missus back to Floyd at some point in the future. That'd be good. Our non-blogging wives could shop. Peter and I could dig a little deeper in to areas of common interest that you just can't get around to in a first howjadoo, passing through.