Graffiti on ice, Shenandoah, Virginia.

(Top) On November 22, 1963, the blogger was in an economics class sitting just inside the door on the left. He heard a buzz in the hall, leaned out and asked what was going on. The reply was that President John F. Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. The blogger started the word spreading thru the class. Professor Edmund Hill asked what the commotion was, and students told him. He announced, "We'll finish the class." (Second photo) A few minutes later, the blogger bolted from this building, (Third photo) out this side door and ran across (Fourth photo) this area to his dorm room in the building behind the gazebo to hear on his clock radio that JFK had died. Several days later, the blogger and three friends drove to Washington, D. C., in his '54 Buick Special, stayed with a Georgetown University buddy and had the rare but achingly sad privilege of entering the capitol rotunda from a side hall, circling the casket and, a day or two later, of standing across from the White House and watching the funeral procession move down Pennsylvania Avenue toward Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia.

Presumably, expectant mothers deliver in supermarket carts.

There is a Chinese restaurant in every small town in America. That statement is an exaggeration but not by much. Elkton, Virginia.

(Top to bottom, above) George Washington, Mount Vernon; Thomas Jefferson, Monticello. The blogger liked Tom and his place better than George and his.

You don't see many letterboxes and post offices like this anymore.

Weather above the Shenandoah Valley seen from Skyline Drive in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia.