Every now and again something triggers in me the urge to go home that will overwhelm me. I never know when or why this urge will hit, but it does. My latest craving for Virginia came after Hurricane Irma hit and we dealt with her aftermath. So I gave in to the urge and off I went.
In 2007, a state prison opened its doors for business in our neck of the woods, which created a lot of stir, but more importantly jobs. Jobs were needed much more than prisoners, so with time the fervor settled.
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